It was the Night Before Chickmas when 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 cornbread danced fast in their heads
The hens in their kerchiefs, the roosters in caps, didn’t have time for a long winter’s nap
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