Mary Toungett Poet I do not know?

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

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