[the_old_crowd] Re: Of chickens, eggs, and roosters, (was: Hxs and parasites)

[Kat Macfarlane]

Gatta now:

As sung by the Ruffwater Clear Band:

I had a hen, no eggs would she lay,
I had a hen, no eggs would she lay.
One day a rooster come in the yard,
He caught that hen right off her guard.
Now she's layin' eggs just like she uster,
Ever since that rooster come in the yard.

I had a cow, no milk would she give,
I had a cow, no milk would she give.
One day that rooster come in the yard,
He caught that cow right off her guard.
Now she's givin' eggnog just like she uster,
Ever since that rooster come in the yard.

I had a gas pump, no gas would it give,
I had a gas pump, no gas would it give.
One day that rooster come in the yard,
He caught that gas pump right off its guard.
Now it's givin' Shell gas just like it uster,
Ever since that rooster come in the yard.

I had a gum tree, no gum would it give,
I had a gum tree, no gum would it give.
One day that rooster come in the yard,
He caught that gum tree right off its guard.
Now it's givin' Chiclets just like it uster,
Ever since that rooster come in the yard.

I had a rooster, no love would he give,
I had a rooster, no love would he give.
One day that rooster come in the yard,
He caught my rooster right off his guard.
Now he's layin' hens just like uster,
Ever since that rooster come in the yard.

Apparently male birds are remarkably single minded about these things. One of the most riveting experiences of my bird-watching career was having a male mallard try to initiate an intimate relationship with my ankle. (Perfectly clear on concept, a little vague on the specs.)

Purrs!

--Gatta

  David Frankis & Stein wrote in
  <http://groups.yahoo.com/group/the_old_crowd/message/4376>:

  << Re chickens and eggs, I always feel that debate, however tasty, is
  framed in a way that discriminates against roosters. >>

  I bet you like the pun-song "The Little Red Rooster". 

  Lyrics:
  We had an old (x), nothing would s/he lay
  (repeat)
  Until the little red rooster came in our yard
  (repeat)
  Now s/he (y) every day.

  First verse: x = hen, y = gives eggs

  Additional verses ad nauseum, examples:
  x = cow, y = gives eggnog
  x = prostitute, y = gives egghead.

  Last verse:
  We had an old rooster, nothing would he lay
  (repeat)
  Until the little red hen came in our yard
  (repeat)
  Now he lays hens every day.

  I just realised that remembering as much of this song as I do, and
  having thought it was funny back when I used to hear it, is solid
  proof that I drank too much in those days.



   

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