Love the Chickens
Some chicks
We bought to rear.
Out of them
As they grew up
Three are roosters,
Started crowing.
,
I and my wife
Now love the fowls;
Pain at heart to imagine ,
They taken away
And slaughtered..
But their eggs
We can eat and sell.
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