A Poultry Loss
The chicken danced, his best friend pranced
across the barn dance floor
With feathers white, as cold moonlight,
She drifted out the door
Her beak was wet, she'd lost her pet!
The loss, it made her cry.
She mourned in tears, torn by her fears,
Her heartbreak made her sigh.
For help she looked, while lunch she cooked,
but no one volunteered
To help her find her poor lost mind;
"Too bad," the doctor feared.
"You take a rest, sit on your nest,
and lay yourself an egg.
You must relax; your heart you'll tax,
O please, don't make me beg!"
And so she went, her heart was spent
never recovered, she.
No pup nor kit, did she find it.
She ended so sadly.
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