After They Hatch

Never go out fishing
with a girl you met at Walmart.

Keep honey in a jar,
not cold beer in a sack.

Don’t go out to the bars
with your apples in a bag.

Never go out blind
if you don’t have the knack.

Spend your last dimes,
your red cents, on chickens.

You can count them
when you’re broke and bent.

 

 

 

After “Don’t Count Your Chickens Before They Hatch,” by Tommy Ray. I had a rough day today. I was going to do a sad song, but the phrase in this title popped into my head, so I went searching for a song we used to sing in elementary school music class that used that same saying. I didn’t find it, but I did find this—and for some reason, the part about the girl hanging out at Walmart cracked me up, and then life seemed better.

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