A friend of mine bought a chicken from the shop nearby,
For making a special 'Chinese chilly chicken' fry;
Hearing this, the chicken got down soon from utensil
And moved to the Embassy of China in order
To get its citizenship changed before being cooked;
What a fate, dear chicken from Indian poultry farm!
(Composed with 13-syllable lines)
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