Our brood of hens
Have tirelessly laid eggs
Ruthlessly plundered
By some dogs, pertually hungry
Always greedy.
A certain old dog
Full of our eggs
In his gut
Came barking at the hounds
Which too had a fill of our eggs
It can bark
It can not bite
Some bones will drop.
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