Easter Chicken's Lament!

"Happy Easter To You!", is the greeting I hear them shout! Alas, I just lamely roost here, brood, ponder and pout! I've worked for weeks making eggs and I'm all tuckered out! All this hoopla about rabbits, I can really do without! Me, my mom, aunts, nieces and innumerable distant cousins, Have been producing eggs by the gross and by the dozens. Every Easter 'tis those wily bunnies earning the gratitude, Leaving me and my kin with a very fractious attitude! Moms send their kids to rob the eggs from 'neath our breast, Telling them the rabbits made them - this I vehemently protest! I'm thinking of a sitdown strike come Lent next year, To frustrate those crafty varmints with a message loud and clear! The kids make appalling designs on the beauties we produce, And even tint our chicks in lurid hues, adding to the abuse! The rabbits get all the glory and stir up all this commotion! They don't lay eggs! I'll disabuse folks of that silly notion! If I sound somewhat frustrated, well I reckon I am, As those cunning scoundrels perpetuate their mythical scam! Us chickens will just have to press on with our usual grace. The truth will out, then we'll "cluckle" at the egg on their face! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved) Placed No. 3 in A Chicken Poem In Memory of Armano Aurocano Rock Star