Little Johnny

 

There was once Little Johnny in first grade

His teacher once asked him:

“Do you know what the chicken gives us?”

“Eggs” he answered

“Correct, anything else?”

“More eggs”

“Besides the eggs, what does the chicken give us?”

“Even more eggs, ma’am”

“I’ll give you a hint – it’s something fluffy”

The Little Johnny stays silent

“OK. What is it that you sleep on top of at night?”

“The floor, ma’am”

“No, what do you have underneath your head?”

“My hands, ma’am”

“Ok, nevermind. What is it that your dad sleeps on top of?”

“That should be Mom, ma’am”

“What about when your mom is away?”

“The neighbour’s wife, ma’am”

“And what if she’s gone as well?”

“Then dad’s gone too”

“Ok, what does your grandfather sleep on top of?”

“A mattress, ma’am”

“And what does he put underneath his head?”

“A pillow, ma’am”

“Suppose that you cut your grandfather’s pillow open. What do you have now?”

“A rough whip with the belt from grandpa, ma’am”

“And after that…”

“A piece of white cloth, ma’am”

“And inside it you have….”

“Feathers, ma’am”

“So, what does the chicken give us again?”

“Oooohhh. Eggs!”