A foolish chick
Pursues a shadow
Of a flying butterfly.
It reaches it;
Pecks it with its tiny
Beak to no avail.
Its mother's eyes traces
The butterfly's drunken
Flight and finally captures
It, gives it to the foolish
Chicken to share it
With the brother.
Instead, it runs away
Because it is mean
And lands on the
Hawk's sharp toes.
Stuck by pain
It releases the butterfly
From its tiny beak
And the butterfly
Flys away.
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