I Don't Go Barefoot Anymore

I was raised with chickens and in my adult life, I was confined to the city for more years than I'd like to think.  I longed to awake to the melodic sound of "cock-a-doodle-doo" instead of the "honk-honk" of road-raged commuters.  Upon moving to the country, I realized my dream and got some chickens for my backyard.  While encountering the trials and tribulations of chicken farming, I wrote this song.

I Don't Go Barefoot Anymore

I never wore shoes until I got bored
And bought some chickens from the feed store.
So little, so cute, but that didn't last long,
Now they are the reason I wrote this song.
I just don't go barefoot anymore.

I built them a coop; it filled with poop;
I let them roam, but they always come home;
And fill my yard with ugly brown crap,
And sit on my chairs to take their nap!
I just don't go barefoot anymore.

Now I have to watch where I even sit,
Or I'll end up sitting in chicken $#!&.
I have to wash my shoes before I go to the store,
I just don't go barefoot anymore.

The other night I went out dancing,
I thought it was my grace that kept people glancing.
I did a twist, kicked up my shoe,
Saw my leg was covered in poo.
I just don't go barefoot anymore.

I finally knew what I had to do.
I was tired of stepping in all that poo.
I gathered all my friends in the neighborhood,
And they said those chickens were "finger-lickin' good."

(note to PETA members.........I didn't really eat my chickens. They are still alive and well, and I still don't go barefoot anymore).