On the Third Day of Christmas...

Happy Third Day of BlogFestivus!



I'm finally stepping outside of the Beatles box, and moving onto what should be a very familiar song to all of you. In fact, I recently learned that it's my Running Buddy's favorite karaoke song. I think she does a much better job than me.



I'm just a small-town hen
Living in this farmhouse pen
I may be small, but my eggs are eaten everywhere

Diners, drive-throughs
Up and down the grocers' aisles
With waffles and bacon on the side

Ketchup, Hollandaise
Scrambled, poached, or sunny-side
Eggs are the building blocks of life

Some like them boiled, some like them fried
My eggs are eaten far and wide
I just wish someone would take me for a ride

Night-life, city lights
Suburban sprawl and urban blight
I'd like to see the world with my own two eyes

Farm life smothers me
I just long to be set free
People love my eggs, I'm sure that they'll love me

Don't stop egg-eating
It's my ticket to freedom
I'm a little hen with big dreams.




Don't forget to check out the rest of the Festivusers!

*just a note to the other participants - weekends are mostly offline for me, so if I don't get to your entry, I'll be by early monday morning :)

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