“She lived beside the railroad track
Where the train came through each day.
When it killed her favorite rooster,
She demanded that they pay.”
“They told her she could ride for free
Until they had paid their debt;
For forty years, she rode that train,
And I’d say their paying yet!”
“You ran over my best rooster,”
She explained as she would board.
Never once did she let them forget
Her best rooster she’d adored.”
Daddy once told me this story
T show some folks do a deed
To hold it high above your head
Whenever they’re in need.
Daddy said he had to go to work
For ornery old man Brewster.
” I won’t get paid a dime,” he sighed.
“I killed his favorite rooster.”
copyright © 1998 by moleta ruth mccarter. all rights reserved.
