LITTLE RED HEN (WITH APOLOGIES TO CHICKEN LITTLE)
(written by Kirby Brown)
She’s like the Rising Sun, but she ain’t no madam,
Like the Garden of Eden but she’s got no Adam,
She’s a Little Red Hen waiting for the sky to fall
You ain’t never seen hiding like she hides from me,
She covers her body in braided fig leaves,
Says “nothing’s worth finding if it’s easy to find, after all”
But there’s no making a woman out of that freckle-faced girl
She’s a hurricane and I’m hanging on for dear life
In the pale, gray morning she tells me that nothing’s just black or just white
No, it’s a big mean world and she’s finding it hard to play nice
Christ
She loves Picasso but don’t like Dali
She bet on Joe Frazier ‘cause she don’t like Ali
She’s painting the town red and fighting for a place to stand
She’s still robbing Peter but she never paid Paul,
Running with the rabbits and hunting with the dogs,
And making me love her, laughing just because she can
But there’s no making a woman out of that freckle-faced girl
She’s a hurricane and I’m hanging on for dear life
In the pale, gray morning she tells me that nothing’s just black or just white
No, it’s a big mean world and she’s finding it hard to play nice
Oh man, it’s a big mean world and she’s finding it hard to play nice
Christ