12:00 p.m. - 2008-02-16
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Who doth sayeth that foul vowel?
'Tis Chicken in His ever best!
Upon the waves of music He dances,
plucking and clucking in mighty crowing.
'Tis not a Chicken, 'tis a rooster, you say?
But the Chicken names Himself!
'Tis nature's king,
the king of the jungle.
- Donald R. Anderson
