Cackleberries

Hold on now…

You’re still calling them eggs?

Around here,
we call ’em…

CACKLEBERRIES!



Out in the yard at the break of day,
The feathered ladies are hard at play.
Scratch to the left, peck to the right,
Acting like they own the place outright.

Then one disappears to her private chair,
Gets real still like nobody’s there.
A minute goes by, then loud and proud—

“LOOK WHAT I DID!” rings through the crowd!


Why do we call ’em cackleberries?
Well, it’s simple as can be:
The hen starts cackling to tell the world,
Then leaves her prize for you and me!


Cackleberries!
Cluck-cluck, hooray!
The girls put breakfast on display.
Sunny side or scrambled bright,
Little golden bites of morning light.

Cackleberries!
Pass ’em around!
Best little treasure ever laid down.
When you hear that victory song,
Another cackleberry came along!


Cluck, cluck!
Cackle, cackle!
Strut, strut!
Waddle, waddle!

She laid one egg,
But from all that noise,
You’d think that hen had won a prize!


Every hen’s a barnyard queen,
Proudest little thing you’ve ever seen.
Chest puffed out and feathers high,
Taking her bow as the rooster walks by.

No brass band and no parade,
But she’ll let you know what she just made.
She tells the coop, the barn, the trees—

“I MADE BREAKFAST! THANK YOU, PLEASE!”


First comes the cackle,
Then comes the prize,
Breakfast wrapped in an oval surprise.
No ribbon, no bow, no fancy delivery—
Just one proud hen and a cackleberry!


Cackleberries!
Cluck-cluck, hooray!
The girls put breakfast on display.
Boiled or poached or fried just right,
Little golden bites of pure delight.

Cackleberries!
Spread the word!
Best old name you’ve ever heard.
When you hear that victory song,
Another cackleberry came along!


At the H Bar H in Lincoln town,
A hundred twenty-five girls strutted around.
Rockin’ Chickens, every shape and shade,
Working the finest breakfast trade.

Each little treasure got a special mark,
A Rockin’ Chicken footprint, bold and smart.
On the Helena shelf, proud as could be,
Those cackleberries made history!


They help make cookies,
They help make cake,
They hold together everything we bake.
They dress up noodles, toast and pie,
And somehow make a good day start off right.

Small little package, mighty little thing,
Fit for a farmer, a kid or a king.
The incredible edible egg, you see—
But around here, it’s a cackleberry!


Who made breakfast?

THE CHICKENS DID!

What did they leave?

CACKLEBERRIES!

Who told everybody?

THE WHOLE DARN FLOCK!

How long did they cackle?

AROUND THE CLOCK!


Cackleberries!
Sing it loud!
Make every chicken mama proud.
Crack ’em open, watch ’em shine,
Nature gets it right every time.

Cackleberries!
Now you know!
Tell everybody everywhere you go.
When a happy hen announces her victory,
She just left behind a cackleberry!


Cluck, cluck!
Cackle, cackle!
Strut, strut!
Waddle, waddle!

Raise your forks and sing with me—

LONG LIVE THE MIGHTY CACKLEBERRY!


So…

Who’s bringing the eggs?

Wrong question.

Who’s bringing the cackleberries?