Sit Henry Picken;The Annoying Chiken (Clean Version)
There once was a chicken.
Sir Henry picken. Who never
once didn't cluck.
We were sick of his incessit noise.
He didn't even have a bit if poise.
No one cud help but think
"he's a nut!"
so one day we got our revenge.
Filling his lungs with nasty muck.
Now poor little chicken, sir Henry
picken, cannot call for help to put
on his mitten and sock. Now sir
Henry picken, smitten is now,
what you is not. XD
Copyright © Mary Toungett | Year Posted 2010
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