Noisemaker Stew
My favorite butcher knew just what to do
When he sold me farm fresh noise makers for stew
Like the mooer and quacker
With the oinker and clucker
And those parts that make the cock-a-doodle-do
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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