"The Chicken" by Edgar Alton Brown
Once upon a mid-morn dreary, as I pondered with eyes quite bleary,
Over many a curious volume of culinary lore,
On a latte I was sucking, yet suddenly there came a clucking,
As if some salesman were a-mucking, mucking about my kitchen door.
'Tis some salesman. Only this, and nothing more.
And yet presently the
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