There once was a girl who loved her chicken and to be honest I think the feeling was mutual.
From the very beginning the girl thought her bird was the softest most beautiful chick she'd ever seen. So she named her little one Elizabeth, the loveliest name she could think of, and sealed it with a kiss on its soft downy neck.
The chick grew to a chicken and although she's many times the size she was, she still just fits in the arms of her girl.
Elizabeth likes to run through the grass with her other chicken friends but when the girl comes to say hello she proudly walks to the side of her girl and patiently waits to be held.
There once was a chicken who loves her girl and to be honest I think the feeling is mutual.
So there they sit a girl and her chicken, a chicken and her girl, friends forever true.
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