The chicken pulled a cigarette
From somewhere in the hay
Then sat beside a little egg
Which it did just lay.
Then the chicken leaned in close
With grace much like a dancer
And whispered, sultry, to the egg
“I guess we have an answer!”
The chicken pulled a cigarette
From somewhere in the hay
Then sat beside a little egg
Which it did just lay.
Then the chicken leaned in close
With grace much like a dancer
And whispered, sultry, to the egg
“I guess we have an answer!”
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