It was The Night Before Chickmas and all through The Coop
The chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops
Some stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Chicklemas soon would be there
The chicklets were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of cornbread danced fast in their heads
The hens in their kerchiefs, the roosters in caps, didn’t have time for a long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter they ran to the window to see what was the matter|
And what to their wondering eyes did appear but a miniature sleigh and one tiny reindeer
As they drew in their heads they heard a new sound and saw Old St. Chicklemas, when they turned around
There were gifts for the chicklets, the hens and the cats,
the dogs and the roosters, the horses and bats.
The cows and the goats, the birds and the ducks,
even the pigs and the squirrels were in luck.
All were included, it’s always that way,
and everyone there had the best Chickmas day