WHEN THE TURKEY IN THE STRAW DANCED THE CHICKEN REEL
(J. Will Callahan / F. Henri Klickmann, 1913)
In a barnyard far away,
All the fowls assembled on a summer day;
Just to give a barnyard dance,
Tried to put the farmers in a barnyard trance.
All the rubes for miles around,
Came to see them shuffle there upon the ground.
Old Si Jones in overalls,
Always won the ribbon at the barnyard balls;
Came that day with Aunt Suzanne,
Frisky as a bullfrog in a fryin' pan.
Said, "By Gosh, just turn me loose,"
Crack'd his heels together yellin',
"Come on, Suze."
All the old hens cackled and the young ducks quacked,
And the rooster all began to crow;
The little chickens stood there in a row,
"Keep your feet a-movin'," you could hear the farmers yell,
And the old cow hid behind the old hay stack,
But the pigs just grunted kind o' low;
As they stood there lookin' at the show,
When the turkey in the straw danced the chicken reel.