Born of chicken counters
Groomed on chicken counting
Chicken counters shall they bear-
Breeds dreaming bleakly of utopia
Baited by born belittlers
Imbibed of indiscriminate belittling
Belittlers sure shall they spawn-
Greedy breeds inhabiting the town
Eggs of fault finders
Hatched and reared as such
Fault finding sure will run the blood-
Discontentment in filthy, sordid flood
Born of chicken feeders
Tailored on chicken feeding
Chicken feeders should my breed be-
Modest kids, fancy-free
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