Queenie was a pretty bird
A crown upon her head
Cheep-Cheep was the kooky sort
Her toes were painted red
Nita was the quiet one
Her thoughts a jumbled heap
Where were all the roosters?
They left without a peep
They all looked at each other
And wondered what to do
The boys had fled the coop
Without leaving a clue
They huddled close together
And clucked all their concerns
Would they be safe without roo’s?
When would they return?
And then they saw the farmer
An axe was in his grip
Xavier and Pecky–gone
They’d made that final trip
The girls knew they were safe
From sharing that same fate
For they’d soon lay some eggs
And fill the family’s plate
So they puffed out their feathers
And strolled around the pen
Ready for a girls night out
Without the other men
Xavier McFeatherington
Pecky Greenleg
Queenie, Cheep-Cheep and Nita
a pinch of homestead 
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