One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese…

One of the projects I’ve been working on lately is actually a children’s book based on a memory tongue-twister I learned as a Boy Scout. Myself and a few other members of my troop started performing it at any and all campfires we participated in. Once my tenure as a scout wound down, I sort of forgot about it until my own sons joined scouts. At the first campfire I was asked to have my den participate in, I dusted this little “song” off (I did another slightly easier favorite with my den). The wackiness of the “lyrics” always appealed