THE FINAL CLUCK

Every morning at eight she loves to cluck
Enough to frighten any passing dog or duck
Saves on buying an alarm clock that is for sure
Always on time and not a minute or second more
My clucking hen likes it when I take her meal
She lays some lovely eggs as part of the deal
For the rest of the day she just struts around
Let's me know she's there with her clucking sound
To friends and neighbours we call her Billy
To strangers passing by must think us silly
One day in December though disaster struck
Billy gave out I'm afraid her final and lasting cluck

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