The Quest
In forest glad and yonder glen
There sat a rooster and clucking hen
And no one knew how hungry then
They were for one small biscut
Some say they traveled far and wide
Searching every countryside
And all day long they clucked and cried
For one small measly biscut
They looked in every farmer's barn
The signaled aliens with some yarn
But all the aliens had was carn
And maybe a fat cow or two
And oh! The poultry wailed and wept!
For sixty days they never slept!
And in their hearts they always kept
The thought of that lovely biscut
So while their journey carried them far
From Santa's lair to Farmer Joe's car
From ocean depths to an Irish bar
They never found that biscut
And so if you're ever asked by Pete
Why a chicken did cross the street
You now know what carried their feet:
The quest to find a biscut.
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