Calling the shots because she
Is so dandy, so Randy and all;
She knows not how to sing glories
Of her escapades under the golden sun;
Those days when she ruled the roost,
We're her boost, were her boost;
May be now she is aching for soup
To oil her rope with great hope;
She will in two forget all the roost
For chickens cackle too and so do
Pigeons and bunnies, so when the plot
Is foiled this night in two she
Screams: "I WANT MY BOOST! "
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