There was a young rooster named Lee,
He planed to escape and be free,
When no one looked hence,
He flew over the fence,
To a fox that waited for he.
A rooster named Lee loved chicken feed,
He ate a lot more than he could need,
Lee got big and fat,
The farmer saw that,
Lee was supper because of his greed.
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