Papa, mom and me,
a happy family,
we live in a poultry.
Papa is called 'Fick'.
Mom's nature suites 'Meek'.
I'm simply a 'Chick'
Owner increased birds
came attendants, guards.
Our lives hang on 'Silver Standards'.
Our mothers teach,
'In heaven we reach
through roast, sandwich'
21st Septeember,2017.
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