Welcome to Goldie’s world.
What do you do when a chicken prefers your bedroom to hers? Why, go with the flow of course and make her a comfy bed. Goldie’s no ordinary lady. She’s one of those chickens you want to cuddle. She lives with her sisters across the big pond in a far away land.
A fine feathered hen, Goldie dutifully lays a fresh egg each day. Each morning she waits patiently in the garden, pushing her pointy beak against the french door windows.
Let me in,
I got eggs to lay,
D’em udder hens don’t gimme no privacy,
Please let me in,
I promise I’ll be good,
I’ll make the biggest bestest egg ya’ever saw,
It will be blue hued so you know it’s mine,
It will be round and smooth,
And extra golden,
Perfect boiled, scrambled or fried,
Please let me inside
Small pause, door opens. Goldie waddles in, beelines across the carpet to the bedroom and heaves a huge sigh.
My basket! Yuppee! Here I go! Plop!
I feel gooood dadadaduh! Time to go play!
Goldie and the Gang!
Goldie’s Hen House!
For Shell, my dear friend