Twas the night before Thanksgiving, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The pies were all baked and set away with care,
In hopes that dinner would all go smoothly there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of turkey and pie danced in their heads.
And Liz in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out in the hen house there arose such a clatter,
Liz sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door she flew like a flash,
Tore out into the darkness with a dash.
The moon on the side of the hen house
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a great, fat opossum in the chicken nesting box.
Liz screamed for Sam, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment he needed his gun.
Rapidly, Sam sprang from bed,
And he shouted "I'm coming!" and loaded his gun!
The rest, the sad story of the fat, greedy opossum
Is for you to imagine, and us to celebrate.
No more dead hens in the morning,
No more missing eggs and now peace at night!
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The pies were all baked and set away with care,
In hopes that dinner would all go smoothly there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of turkey and pie danced in their heads.
And Liz in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out in the hen house there arose such a clatter,
Liz sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door she flew like a flash,
Tore out into the darkness with a dash.
The moon on the side of the hen house
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a great, fat opossum in the chicken nesting box.
Liz screamed for Sam, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment he needed his gun.
Rapidly, Sam sprang from bed,
And he shouted "I'm coming!" and loaded his gun!
The rest, the sad story of the fat, greedy opossum
Is for you to imagine, and us to celebrate.
No more dead hens in the morning,
No more missing eggs and now peace at night!
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8 comments:
YEA!! But yikes he's huge! We love to shoot opossum around here. :)
He was the biggest opossum I'd ever seen! Because he's been living on our chickens and eggs for a long time.:(
We are glad to have him gone! : )
I have some good recipes if you want. http://www.recipesforwildgame.com/opossum/opossum_recipes.htm
What I'd like to know is, how can you be touching the creature and smiling at the same time Liz? I can't STAND opossoms!!!!
wow! Who made up that poem? That's pretty funny! I'm glad you won't have any more dead chickens!
That was so creative, and we've had our own possum S.W.A.T. teams head to the chicken house a lot, so we really appreciate the sentiment and experience!
Heather,
I "edited" the poem... Just pulled up the words to "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" and started changing words. If I would have had more time, I would have re-wrote the whole thing!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA Thats awesome! Its a whole new side of Liz I did not know!
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