Chapter 7:
By now, night has fallen and the moon is shining bright on the water. The Muppets have gathered around a lit campfire getting ready to sing some more songs and tell stories about John before they go to sleep for the night.
(Music plays)
Kermit: Inch by inch, row by row,
gonna make this garden grow.
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground.
Inch by inch, row by row,
someone bless these seeds I sow.
Someone warm them from below 'til the rain comes tumbling down.
Pulling weeds and picking stones,
man is made of dreams and bones.
Feel the need to grow my own 'cause the time is close at hand.
Grain for grain, sun and rain,
find my way in nature's chain.
Tune my body and my brain to the music of the land.
Muppets: Inch by inch, row by row.
Kermit: Plant your rows straight and long
and temper them with prayer and song.
Mother Earth will make you strong if you give her love and care. (Love and care)
As old crow watches hungrily from his perch in yonder tree,
in my garden, I'm as free as that feathered theif up there.
Muppets: Inch by inch, row by row.
All: Inch by inch, row by row,
Kermit: Gonna make this garden grow.
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground.
All: Inch by inch, row by row,
someone bless these seeds I sow,
Someone warm them from below 'til the rain comes tumbling down.
Kermit: 'Til the rain comes tumbling down.
Muppets: Inch by inch, row by row.
Gonzo: That song is so beautiful.
Mokey: I know. I love that song.
Robin: John always sang that song beautifully.
Rowlf: I miss John a lot.
Scooter: So do I.
(All agree)
Kermit: Well, we all do. But the good thing is that we always have the good times we've had with him.
Fozzie: True. Just like the time he told us about the story of the giant man-eating chicken.
Boober: Wait a minute, what?
Gonzo: The giant man-eating chicken.
Grover: Is there really one around here?
Gonzo: Of course. I tried to get a date with her, but she was already with a giant rooster.
Scooter: Luckily, none of us got hurt. She only comes around if she smells chicken feathers in a person's sleeping bag.
Boober: Quick question, does anybody have chicken feathers in their sleeping bags?
They all pat down their sleeping bags to check.
All (in unison): Nope
Boober: Good. We should be safe.
Red: Oh, Boober, you can't even relax even on vacation.
Gonzo: Besides, she's with that rooster.
Walter: You really wanted a date with her, didn't you, Gonzo?
Gonzo: Well, yeah.
Kermit: Never mind, after that story, we all got a laugh and sang this song, okay, everyone, one, two, three, four!
(Music starts)
When I was an itty bitty tad just up of the floor,
we used to go down to Grandma's house every month end or so.
Have chicken pie, country ham and homemade butter on the bread,
but the best darn thing about Grandma's house was her great big feather bed.
(Chorus)
It was nine feet high, six feet wide and soft as a downy chick, it was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for a tick.
It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and the piggy we stole from the shed.
We didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.
After supper, we'd sit around the fire, the old folks spit and chew.
Pa would talk about the farm and the war and Granny'd sing a ballad or two.
And I'd sit and listen and watch the fire 'til the cobwebs fill my head
and the next thing I know I'd wake up in the morning in the middle of the old feather bed.
(All sing the chorus)
Well, I love my ma and I love my pa, I love Granny and Grandpa, too.
I went fishing with my uncle, I'd wreste with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, ewww!
But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
that I'd trade it all plus the gal down the road for Grandma's feather bed.
(All sing the chorus)
We didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.
Miss Piggy: That song is lots of fun
Wembley: It's silly, too.
Gonzo: That was what's great about John, he'd love to have fun along with us.
Robin: Still, we'd always have a good time just like when we did this song on The Muppet Show, Okay Uncle Kermit, play it!
(Plays chord on the banjo)
Robin: Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back,
ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack.
It's early to rise, early in the sack,
thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm,
raising me a family and working on the farm
My days are all filled with an easy country carm,
thank God I'm a country boy.
(Chorus):
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle,
sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
Life ain't nothin but a funny, funny riddle.
Thank God I'm a country boy.
When the work's all done and the sun's setting low,
I pull out my fiddle and rosin up the bow,
the kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low,
thank God I'm a country boy.
I'd play "Sally Goodin" all day if I could,
but the Lord and the wife wouldn't take it very good,
so I fiddle when I can, work when I should,
thank God I'm a country boy.
(All sing the chorus)
Well, I wouldn't trade my for diamonds or jewels,
I never was one of them money hungry fools,
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools,
thank God I'm a country boy.
City folk driving in a black limousine,
a lotta sad people thinking "that's mighty keen"
son, let me tell you exactly what I mean,
thank God, I'm a country boy.
(Chorus repeats)
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died,
and he took me by the hand, held me close to his side.
He said, "Live a good life, play your fiddle with pride"
thank God I'm a country boy.
My daddy taught me young, how to hunt and how to whittle
and taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
taught me how to love and how to give just a little
thank God I'm a country boy.
(Chorus repeats)