I really know Poultry
My knowledge is quite deep
I can pluck and clean them,
Almost in my sleep.
I can do six and hour,
Six and maybe more
Depending on the weather
the feathers and the gore.
I really know poultry,
Such knowledge do I keep
That I can tell a rooster
Even as a peep.
It's all in the wing feathers
Don't you laugh, it's true
Go ask a chicken sexer
That's what he will tell you.
I really know Poultry,
they come in shades (like gray)
they lay eggs like crazy
One each every day.
Chickens need no rooster
To pump out eggs most hale;
Only if its hatchlings
you want you need a male.
I really know poultry
With names like Araucana
Barnevelder, and Crevecoeur,
Dominiker, Faverolles , Havana,
Jersey Giant and LeFleche
Minorca and New Hampshire,
Or Orpington, Penedesenca,
And the Redcap Derbyshire.
I really know my Poultry,
and chicken love is swift,
Slam bam comes the rooster
then leaves the hens all miffed.
No stately peacock dances
No courtly crane cavorts
Their hit and run romances
End with partners out of sorts.
I really know my poultry
My parents had a farm,
I gathered eggs on weekends
It had a sort of charm.
I got to know the chickens,
They're cannibals, you see?
So I didn't mind when time came
To make them fricassee.
