When I went to
feed them corn, two were dead and one was gone
It seems as if a
fox has hit, it really makes me feel like shit
For near two
years they have been roaming, is their death some kind of omen
It really
buggered up my day, to see them in the dirt that way
They lay there
looking, well, so dead, they always ran out to be fed
But not today,
and never again, will I see our chooks there in that pen
Abigail, Pearl and
Luella, you brought a smile to this here fella
As I threw you
greens and seed to eat, you scratched around there at my feet
They say that
chooks can die of fright; well I hope they did before the bight
Nature is cruel,
the strong survive, but I’d really prefer our chooks alive
But the fox he is
a hunter too, so we will do what we must do
To provide a bit
more protection, so our new chooks are not his next selection
For his next meal
in our backyard, we will move on, but gee it’s hard
RIP Abi,Pearl & Lue! gone to the big Free-range in the sky!
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