Little Blackie Girl is gone.
Taken by some natural wrath.
Thus comes this rendering of
A Dead Chicken's Epitaph.
A slight little sex-link hen,
Among her peers the least weight,
Enabled her continued escape
In flight over the pen gate.
Half-eaten, clipped wings grow,
She was determined to explore.
Whole-eaten this time,
To return no more.
Bye, bye black(chicken)bird..........
Feel free to set this rhyme to music with the last verse as repeated chorus.
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