There's 'ol Johnny B, that
bird of mine,
He's got out of the pen one
more time!
Sittin' up there on top of that
post,
He's a thinking that he's just the
most!
He thinks he's hid from
me.
That I'm out front and I can't see
Him
out there trying his best,
To bring them
hen's off'a their nests!
He's a crowing and a callin' to
his hen's,
Trying his best to get them out of
the pen.
Calling "Come on gal's make your
escape,
Just sneak on under that little
gate!
I scratched a hole down there
for you,
To make it easy for you to get
through.
The lady's out front in her flower
garden,
Huh, What's that? I beg your
pardon?
Oh No! She's snuck up on me,
she sure did!
She's come a runnin' and bout
flipped her lid!
Get outta my way gal's and
let me back in,
That ol' lady's bout to
commit the ultimate sin!
Chicken an dumpling's she wants
to make outa' me,
And if you don't move
that's what I'm gonna be!
Don't think she
care's 'bout waitin' till Sunday,
I believe
she likes 'em even on a Monday!"
Heeee Heeee, I scared that 'ol
bird of mine!
He went back in with his hens
one more time!
This has become a daily ritual
for us,
I believe 'ol Johnny "B" likes to hear
me fuss!
