Sunday, March 13, 2011

Collie Red

While the chicken squawked and clucked
It would have its feathers plucked
The extraordinary collie
Held it looking rather jolly
"No, Red, put the chicken down."
You could almost see him frown,
(Fussing hen between his feet)
"Feathers are not good to eat."
But he finally was persuaded
When for dog biscuits he traded.

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