3:18 PM
Fried chicken tastes so sweet
So much better than chicken feet
The crispy, crunchy coating
Reminds me of going boating
Picnic baskets and salty air
Eat a leg at the county fair
Eleven herbs and spices
Is the envy of all the mices
My grammar may fault and stammer
But fried chicken is full of glamour
Eaten at the poshest table
Even in a barn yard stable
Greasy, juices run down my chin
As I take a big bite in
Who wouldn't want to eat it?
No other food can beat it.
Cold or hot, it doesn't matter
Yes, it might make you a bit fatter
But it
3:24 PM
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