Cluck gobble, cluck chuck gobble

all that pluck and buck and wobble

all the birdlings’ flight and squabble

come on down to Malvern hovel.

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Malvern farmyard–chicken barnyard

holds convention in the scarred yard.

Craters, cages, all the discard

fill the full convention courtyard.

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Clucky Kleister, great foul shyster,

grand emcee and pooba meister

clucks for silence. Even Byster

stops his strutting, fears the Feister.

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Wearing pinstripe like a king type

Klesiter smokes his mobster peep pipe.

Chicken gansters silent (hip-hype)

here to hear the Boss-Man’s grief gripe.

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There along his beak so slightly

runs a scar to mar the sightly

visage, as his fowl-face tightly

peers about and nods politely.

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So convenes the fowl convention

all the birds in rapt attention

hear the Boss Man’s grave intention:

Chicken crime–the great ascention.