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Ah, well, the barnyard door was left wide open

Now my chickens are struttin’ down Copeland Lane.

From where I’m standin’ they must think I’m stupid

But I already phoned cousin Cobain to block the Lane.

He’ll take his red Ford truck and lay it sideways so all

Those chickens will want to run and all go hideaway.

They'll head to the pasture and have to run faster as

The big bulls gonna chase them to the end of the fences.

Into they yard they’ll come runnin’ where Ma and Pa will wave

Them big cast iron skillets at them free chickens like falling rain.

Then they'll go runnin' back into that wide-open barnyard door & head

For the hay as the sun works its way across the sky ‘till the end of day.

Ah, little chickens…. Ah, little chickens…. Here come the rooster….

The sun is comin’ back-up and rooster’s calling another day ….

Written July 10, 2007

Best of the Roses,

John French mystrawhat.com

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Date:	Tues Jul 10 2007 12:00AM PDT)
From:	John French <mosshead7@yahoo.com>
Subject:	The Barnyard Door
To:	letters@rollingstone.com. letters@relix.com, jill .dobson@foxnews.com, anna.gilligan@foxnews.com, courtneyfrielfanmail@yahoo.com
Ah, well, the barnyard door was left wide open Now my chickens are struttin’ down Copeland Lane. From where I’m standin’ they must think I’m stupid But I already phoned cousin Cobain to block the Lane. He’ll take his red Ford truck and lay it sideways so all Those chickens will want to run and all go hideaway. They'll head to the pasture and have to run faster as The big bulls gonna chase them to the end of the fences. Into they yard they’ll come runnin’ where Ma and Pa will wave Them big cast iron skillets at them free chickens like falling rain. Then they'll go runnin' back into that wide-open barnyard door & head For the hay as the sun works its way across the sky ‘till the end of day. Ah, little chickens…. Ah, little chickens…. Here come the rooster…. Ah, little chickens…. Ah, little chickens…. Here come the rooster…. Ah, little chickens…. Ah, little chickens…. Here come the rooster…. The sun is comin’ back-up and rooster’s calling another day …. Written July 10, 2007 Best of the Roses, John French mystrawhat.com http://www.mystrawhat.com Everyday There's Something MySpace URL http://www.myspace.com/mosshead7 StrawHat Productions
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