The chickens were nestled all snug in their nests
While dad kept a watch for those predator pests
Like weasels and possums, coyotes and cats
And even winged creatures like hoot owls and bats
When out in the pen there arose such a clatter
I sprang to the hen house to see what’s the matter
And what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a creature so horrible, my heart sunk from fear
With its red beady eyes and teeth long and white
I knew in an instant it could give a mean bite
So, I ran to the house to get a large bat
To club that mean creature and that would be that
But as I approached it, he looked rather sad
His composure had softened; I couldn’t stay mad
So, I opened the gate, and he knew what to do
He wagged his long tail as he bid me adieu
(Reality check: I clubbed it to death with my Louisville slugger!)
Tom Hicker
Vader
