How strange is Ms. Little, oh! my
she shifts moods.
She’s happy one minute, then
suddenly broods.

It’s up and then down and around
again –then,

She’s cheerful , or sour—whatever --
which-- when!

It’s well-understood, ‘cause the mess
she was in.
Along with her feathers, near cost
her  HER SKIN.
And also her comrades , they risked
the same fate.

The ‘check’ for their futures came
close to  a ‘mate.’
I’m happy to say at the latest report,

Miss Little fares better, a cheery  good sport

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