There was a big fat hen
in the farm of Ben.
It cackled and hooted
c*ck a doodle doo
waking everyone up
Ben would come with a cup
of boiling tea and a slice of bread
munching he threw the bread
crumbs to the good fat hen which pecked
each one in an attentive note and trekked
behind the fence in search of its chickens
who were spread along the grains dense.
It fed the chickens with what little it had
thus illustrating that motherly affection
comes before everything else .
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