Poultry poetry and parodies -- post some of yours!

Sapphire Sebright

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Hello, everyone.
I just thought that it would be fun to start up a thread for people to post poultry-centered songs, poems, and parodies. Just silliness!
For the parodies, please state the name of the original version and the writer in the post (i.e. "The Bird Coop Blitz," parody of The Sweet's "The Ballroom Blitz"). It doesn't have to be a full parody version, either -- just a couple of lines are all right.
Here I go:
"Are you ready, Geese?"
"Uh-honk."
"Guineas?"
"Chak!"
"Ducks?"
"Qua-ack."
"All right, poultry; let's croooooooow!"
~ "The Bird Coop Blitz," parody of The Sweet's "The Ballroom Blitz."

If the above parody has already been done and I just copied it, then my apologies, I was not aware.
Now, I'm the type of person who doesn't think to highly of their own writing, so I think that the above parody sounds rather... dumb (if someone else came up with it , though, then I would think the opposite). What do you guys think?
Anyone else have anything?
 
Derp, completely forgot about this thread.
Anyway, here's a poem:

Coffee-brown, shining hackles
Iridescent feathers, green and blue
Come morning, he loudly cackles
A crow, one or two

Strutting 'round
The yard, breast puffed
Red eyes sharp and feathers fluffed
He inspects any sound

Handsome Kahlua, a little gentleman
But, fiercely did he protect his every hen!
Beak darting, talons flashing
To any threat, he gave a good lashing!

Alas, my boots
His ire, they did earn
Patter patter, towards me he shoots
Goodness! He never did learn!

His comb red, his little legs pink
His eyes roving, his wings fluttering
He would always watch, always think
As his hens went around the yard, puttering

But, it pains me to say
That on one bright winter day
At the talons of a hawk, claws red and feathers gray
My little Kahlua passed away

Pictures and his feathers with me remain
And memories, too, of his handsome strut
Kahlua is now months gone, but
Remember, I do, how he crowed in sun, snow, or rain

~In memory of Kahlua, my little Dutch Bantam cockerel, May 2019 to January 2020~


Heh, just tossed that one together on the fly! I know that the tense of the first verse doesn't match the others, sorry -- I couldn't think of anything else, and I really liked that first bit. He was a handsome boy, Kahlua.
Anyway, let me know what you think, please!
 
My dad used to recite a poem of sorts when we were kids...let's see what I can remember of it. It was the funniest thing :p Maybe someone else will have heard it before.

Thoity doity poiple boidies
Sitting on a coib
Boipin' and choipin
And eatin' doity woims

Now I'm going to have to ask if there was more. That's all I remember!
(Thirty, dirty, purple birdies, sitting on a curb. Burpin' and chirpin' and eatin' dirty worms :D)
 
Let's see if I can throw another one together:

Green leaves and yellow daffodils
Pollen resting on the window sills
Chickens scratching, bathing in the dirt
Roosters fluffing, puffing, shuffling as they flirt

As the sun reaches its noonday seat
The hens preen, making their feathers neat
Beaks poking, necks twisting 'round
And roosters cluck over something that they've found

Evening comes, the chickens all go
To the warm coop that they have come to know
Is their home, their bed, their safe roost
In they come, up to the perches they boost

Night falls, the keeper closes the door
The hens cluck and purr and stir no more
The roosters, for a time, awake they stay
They crow once again, as if to bid good night to the day

And silence falls over the coop
As the chickens' lives continue in the usual loop
Of rise, and forage, roost, and rest
While the sun says good day in the east, good night in the west


There. How's that? Another one, thrown together... I should start writing these down in a document; then I could just copy/paste, and it would be so much faster!
 

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