It was the Night Before Christmas and all through The Coop
The Chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops
Some stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hope that St. Chicklaus soon would be there
The chicklets were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of corn bread danced fast in their heads
The hens in their kerchiefs, the roosters in caps, didn’t have time for long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, they ran to the window to see what was the matter…
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