La Ghiottona

It’s so splendid to see this parade of Gormandising hens

Carried on the backs of half-starved Wranglers

The hens have never looked prettier Must be the famous farm name branded on Their necks

Or the unworried clucking that turns Into song

It could be the songs they sing about Doing nothing

But doing it well, and often

And about schooling (not what they Learned, but

Where they went to learn it)

And don't forget those tunes about what They'll eat today

And eat tomorrow

T hope they look and sound as pretty When they are roasting on a spit.