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“How did we end up in
this pot?
You told me before, but I
forgot.
We were walking along,
pecking away;
Now we’re stuck in this
pot to cook all day.”
The other two chickens
looked at each other.
One cried out, “I want my
mother.”
It did no use; they were
stuck real tight,
Though they tried to get
out, using all of their might.
“I know the answer,” the
middle one said.
I dreamed all about it
when we were in bed.
A spaceship came down
from the stars high above
And beamed us up; we were
as light as a dove.”
“Nonsense,” said one. “A
spaceship? No way!
Tell me how to escape
this big pot, s’il vous plait.”
Just then they found
themselves in a shadow.
A spaceship had flown out
from the meadow.
It hovered above them,
the chickens looked up.
“Now I’ve seen
everything. I’d better shut up.”
A beam of light, as
bright as the sun
Shot from the spaceship
and touched down on one.
The chicken clucked and
then flew out of the pot.
“My turn is next. I’m
getting too hot.”
The biggest chicken
pushed the other out of the way
And waited impatiently
for the spaceship’s ray.
Within a few seconds all
three chickens were safe and sound
On a spaceship of aliens,
homeward bound.
The chickens gave up any
hope of returning,
But at least they were
not in the pot hot and burning.
As they flew into space,
out the window they peered.
“Goodbye Earth. I’m
feeling really weird.” |
