A dozen flock here,Hens peck feeding at their grit,
Grand the cock displays
Look at him ruff his tail fan!
His harem has had enough
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One has a long beard,
Stepping through the unmown yard,
The other one short
These two toms have owned these lawnsSince the hens went off to lay
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Sweep up a grass stalk,
Beak strips all the seed in one,
He gobbles his friend
“And where is the coyote?”
Four eyes – better to scent him
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Scaring grasshoppers,
Ruffle run wide five foot wings,
Turkey in the grass
Collecting his lunch is a
Task before the autumn chills
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