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February 19th, 2004
(aged 10)
Plump chickens
In a barn
Part of Mr. Pickles
Farm.
Weak vixen
With her young
All of them
Need Some
“I’ll be back
With food” she said
"Not Likely"
She thought with dread.
Stalking stalking
Through the night
Searching for
Some food to bite.
There! She smells
The scent of chicken
Around her mouth
Her lips are lickin'
In her excitement
She knocks down a pan
Mr. Pickles
Hears the loud BANG!
Down he comes
With his shot gun
Sees the fox
Too startled to run.
"Blasted fox!"
His cries are clear
"Listen to me,
I know you can hear!"
"These here chickens
are all I've got
And even with them
That’s not a lot
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My poor children
Are very hungry
Without my chickens
I'll earn no money!"
Said she: "My poor children
Are hungry too!"
And I don't have
Any chickens to loose."
But still the farmer
Shoots her down
"That'll teach you!
He says with a frown.
Four foxes
Very young
All of them
Without a mum.
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