coop
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My little sister loved eggs.
Every time we went over to Aunt Mary’s house,
With her coops of cocks and chickens,
She had to see some freshly laid
Eggs.
There's a hen outside my window,
No, seriously:
A hen.
Four in fact, 'cause I'm a farmer
In the suburbs. Sound strange?
You bet,
I'm told I'm strange every day.
That's cool.
I'm used to it, but
