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