The Trouble With Guineas...OR..."Your Cheatin' Heart"

Well, as it turns out, the story continues! All SEEMED well as our two new Guinea fowl joined forces with Old Man Guinea and his woman in the great grasshopper wars of Bugtussle. Then, one day, the view across the field offered no Guinea's in sight. Old Man Guinea was back near the coop. His Miss Guinea was spotted a bit later atop a bale of hay...alone. "What happened to the other two?!" you ask? Coyotes? Nope...well maybe. It seems some lessons were learned, though. A friend put it all in a song so sit back folks, as the song tells it all...

Old Man GuineaOld Man Guinea

Old Man Guinea
Lyrics by Kevin Posey

Old man Guinea was livin' the life - In Bugtussle, Texas he resided.
As far as Guinea chickens go, his lovin' skills he prided.

He would strut all day, turnin' on the charm;
(But it really doesn't hurt if you're the only man on the farm.)

I'm not implying he's a dud, but I am just sayin'…
There's no question whose eggs Miss Guinea 's been a layin'.

Now everything was fine. There wasn't a reason to fight…
Til Jan brought another boy & girl – Two guineas that were white.

CHORUS
When there is one-too-many on a date
Nature has a way of dealing out fate.
Two will stick together ‘til they both grow old;
But when there's three, one's left out in the cold.
Sometimes, tho, those two, they'll look around
And say to each-other, "How does one more sound?!"
Some are weak and some are strong
Some they leave and some stay long.
But one rules the roost, whether large or mini…
Sittin' all alone, is Old Man Guinea.

Well it took a few days, til' things started to change.
You could say Miss Guinea was ready for some Strange.

Jan went to the coop, a day pretty as could be.
She lifted the latch and yelled "Chickens! I set you free!"

The new arrivals set out blazin', showin off…fast and skinny.
The boy flaunted, the girl pranced. Soon they were joined by Miss Guinea!

The threesome delighted...They ate bugs and they played.
They arrogantly scoffed at the one who stayed.

CHORUS
When there is one-too-many on a date
Nature has a way of dealing out fate.
Two will stick together ‘til they both grow old;
But when there's three, one's left out in the cold.
Sometimes, tho, those two, they'll look around
And say to each-other, "How does one more sound?!"
Some are weak and some are strong
Some they leave and some stay long.
But one rules the roost, whether large or mini…
Sittin' all alone, is Old Man Guinea.

Lee and Jan, they did search - for three nights-n-four days'
Then they saw Miss Guinea alone on a bale-o-hay.

Surely bobcat or coyote sealed the new pair's fate.
Cuz there's one too many if there's three on a date.

Back to the coop they took the stray, where lookin' proudly (like he could fly),
Roosting there was Old Man Guinea , His chest poked out and perched up high.

Not sayin' Miss Guinea's a freak; but she's learnin' some humility.
The war of love's fought & won. And the farm's regained its tranquility.

CHORUS
When there is one-too-many on a date
Nature has a way of dealing out fate.
Two will stick together ‘til they both grow old;
But when there's three, one's left out in the cold.
Sometimes, tho, those two, they'll look around
And say to each-other, "How does one more sound?!"
Some are weak and some are strong