Peep. Peep. Peep.
Wee chicks
I love to keep.
Peep. Peep. Peep.
Chicks cluster
At my feet.
Peep. Peep. Peep.
In warmth and comfort
Sleep.
Peep. Peep. Peep.
For weeks
You feed and peep.
Oh little Peeps
On grain you're fed;
Wee Peeps,
Wee Peeps,
Now dead.
Now dead.
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