All my chickens have escaped
There they go in Mr Poe’s garden
He’s gonna find their presence a burden

They might end up on his plate
If I do not send out a rescue
Mr Poe, I don’t wanna pesk you

But where the Dickens are those chickens?
Well I’m sick of stickin’ up for their bad behaviour
Now the plot it thickens
And I must
Become their saviour

(for Finn)

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