Mini Bianchi 2004
At the head of each chicken roost, is a hen.
One lady with wisdom to pick us up again.
She follows us like a shooting star.
Trying to avoid a national disaster.
As vigilant as a hawk.
Constant with her walk and talk.
She guides us through all the shoots.
On trips, sometimes pouring our toots!
She has adopted the elite, chosen few.
Referring to us as her copper crew.
She keeps our scores and wards off harm.
We see her as our lucky charm!
Copyright ©2004 William E Cox
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