Feathers ruffled, <br />We headed into no chickens land, <br />And there with our beaks at the ready, <br />We trundled onwards, <br />There was a chickfight, <br />Going on over head, <br />As the fighter hens, <br />Splattered the enemy, <br />With there breakfast, <br />And as the shells broke around us, <br />And we were splattered in egg, <br />I remember that old lie, <br />Dulce et dechicken est, <br />Pro patria eggi.<br /><br />Nick Hilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dulce-et-dechicken-est/
