Here is a healthy hen,
Who clucks and gibbers,
Dancing little verdances
Between green grasses. Cheers to the chicken
whose artful mumbling, stumbling
in the green grass is nothing more
than a crass boogie of sound and color,
a carmine rustle!
Here's to the healthy hen whose
Progeny, homogeny
Chuckles and cluckles the same tune:
"Poetry is gone! Too soon, too soon!"
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