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Attila The Hen
In the barnyard she struts, what a sight!
Attila the Hen, oh what a delight!
With a cluck and a cackle, she rules with a wink,
Her feathered command, make the other chicks think.
‘Peck here! Now scratch! Kick that dirt up high!‘
She’s the general—nobody dares to defy.
With swagger and pride, she struts on her throne,
In this feathery world, she’s never alone.
So gather ‘round, chicks, heed her mighty squawk,
For Attila the Hen’s the queen of the flock!
A humorous ruler with a plucky decree,
In her feathery kingdom, we all live for free!
Attila the Hen's Feast
Attila the Hen with her feathers so bright,
Caught sight of a worm, oh what a delight!
She fluffed up her wings and with a quick peck,
Said, "Dinner is served, let's all take a trek!"
Her friends clucked in envy, their beaks in a pout,
While Attila danced, wiggling about.
But the worm, sly and quick, with a wiggle and squirm,
Giggled, "You won't catch me, I'm too slick to confirm!"
So off it did squirm, down into the dirt,
Leaving Attila grumbling, her appetite hurt.
She sighed, looked around, then clucked with a grin,
"Next time, my friends, let the feasting begin!"
Attila the Hen
In a yard where the sunbeams dance,
Lives a hen with style and stance,
With feathers bright, and a beak that’s keen,
Attila the hen reigns like a queen.
Guarding her eggs with a fierce little cluck,
No one dare approach, oh, they're out of luck!
With a flap and a peck, she protects her brood,
In her kingdom of hay, she’s fierce but shrewd.
Cackles and squawks, she holds her ground,
A tiny tyrant, she wears her crown,
With every brave strut, she commands respect,
Attila the hen, you better not neglect!
So when you see her struttin' bold,
Remember her story, let it be told:
That even a hen can be fierce and grand,
In the heart of the farm, she takes her stand!
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