Where's My Lunch, Mum
WHERE’S MY LUNCH, MUM?
Mum bird’s in nest:
Her small pest wants
Food lest it starve.
She says, you’d best
Fly due west - and
With zest and speed.
Chick says, this test
Is a jest - for
My rest is due.
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Written for Dr. Ram Mehta’s Contest “Than-Bauk”
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