Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Robert Kirkland Kernighan Poems
Chickens Come Home To Roost
The world is wide and the faithful tide
Returns to the welcome sands ;
It 's often true that the work we do
Conies back to its maker's hands.
And every man knows the wondrous plan
By creation introduced :
Be it soon or late, at a certain date,
The chickens come home to roost.
JBe careful, then, ye sons of men,
What reckless words ye say ;
Be they good or ill, your sayings will
On your threshold stand some day.
You 'll bear the blame, for all the shame
Was by your lips produced ;
You 'll know it then, and ...
I HEAR I 've got to preach tomorrer,
Our pastor he be orful ill ;
An Deacon Smith, I larn with sorrer,
His lung it be a bleedin still.
I Ve prayed at funerals an sich,
An at camp meetings tuk a hitch,