The Crooked Little Hen’s front porch boyfriend, Mr. Hyde, is a persistent devil. I shut the porch gates on him to try to keep him out, but love will not be stopped so easily. He lifts his great big fluffy bottom up in the air and flies onto the gates.
From there, the porch is his oyster. He takes the Crooked Little Hen out to eat at the Dog Food Buffet then they sleep together in the Old Armchair Motel. The Crooked Little Hen thinks it’s romantic. Somebody didn’t raise her right.