In pickle-trees, there lived a clutch
Of chickadees, too cute to touch,
They banqueted on wiggle-bugs,
And tickle-worms and giggle-slugs,
How chubby-cheeked those birdies grew,
Each week, they gained a pound or two,
I loved those pretty chickadees...
Until they ate my Pekingese.
Sponsor: P.S. Awtry
Date: 11 November 2018
Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2018
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