Chicken runs round the farm yard,
Wishes he was the duck.
Duck runs round the barn yard,
Wishes he was the pig.
Pig runs round the pig sty,
Wishes he was the horse.
Horse smiles, relaxes in stall.
Thanksgiving eve, he’ll mourn them all.

Chicken runs round the farm yard,
Wishes he was the duck.
Duck runs round the barn yard,
Wishes he was the pig.
Pig runs round the pig sty,
Wishes he was the horse.
Horse smiles, relaxes in stall.
Thanksgiving eve, he’ll mourn them all.
Filed under Personal Articles, Special Events
Holiday Dinner
a poem
by Karen R. Sanderson
Chicken runs round the farm yard,
Wishes he was the duck.
Duck runs round the barn yard,
Wishes he was the pig.
Pig runs round the pig sty,
Wishes he was the horse.
Horse smiles, relaxes in stall.
Thanksgiving Day, he’ll mourn them all.
Filed under Prose & Poetry, Special Events
Holiday Dinner
by Karen S. Elliott
Chicken runs ‘round the farm yard,
Wishes he was the duck.
Duck runs ‘round the barn yard,
Wishes he was the pig.
Pig runs ‘round the pig sty,
Wishes he was the horse.
Horse smiles, relaxes in stall.
Thanksgiving Day, he’ll mourn them all.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Filed under Prose & Poetry, Special Events