Spring Chicken
Welcome Spring with your wind and blinding sand!
You, of course, always have the winning hand
This time, however, you're just out of luck
I''m welcoming you with things that go cluck
When you bend to count your big winner's pile
I'll just watch you with my crafty, sly smile
My little chick liked the rooster on sight
Careful with flowers for his peck's a bite!
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