HEN CLUCKS, WEASEL LISTENS
“Peck, peck, cluckery-cloo, peckery-do,”
old moulty hen self-pleased in stray grains
did coughy-cackle in aged loo
of brisk prancy preen over the plains.
Even though droppy combs, bleary eye
topped this old head pointed far out
Old Clucky waddled a two-step, oh my!
dusted up a line dance, bend over and shout!
“Sloockely, moochely, peckety, almost youngedty”
cluckled old Henny to who she cared not,
Not minding a slow slinkety weasely minkedty,
Sniffing her tracks, whistely slurpedty in trot.
“Rude dude, you waggely weasel slink-stink,
“Cockle-peck, trottle-deck I spike thou fluff tail,
“‘Til you lie down, bow crown and blink-blink
“In trolly-holy star now fallen in hale.”
“Wriggle in shame, same slinkedty hair-tail!
“Know you not this ol’ chick out here peckedty just waiting
“Under the foretold star fall, old toll wing sweepy trail,
Means we peckies and sneakies no owe no bail!”
“Oh, Big Mama Hennie, no more peckie, no more scratchie!
“Oh, forsooothy in my toothy, I no more drooly slinky!
“Oh, promisey measy weasy, only wriggledty matchie
“So lookey uppey, Nobley Hennie, in cluckedty blinky!”
Now Hennie and Weasie stretched up necks in gaze
So sparkly in cheer from all the choirs of ages,
So still were Hennie and Weasie they were in daze
Most peaceful, most willing good in humming stages.
Now Mama Hennie and Junior Weasie touched feet
as they marched on under new light
Lifted in joy by chorus so sweet
Forgotten was old game, no more no fight.
“Wait, wait, Mama Hennie: why we actin’ this way?
“Why we not clawin’ and slurpin’ and peckin’ and bleedin’?”
“Hushie uppie, cluckie-chuckie, we put feet in stall.
“We bow and sigh and blink at Baby indeedin.”
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