Stood a turkey in the rain <br />dreaming of his home in Spain. <br />Where he would not have to face <br />vermin from the Banty race. <br />Vermin asked him 'can you take it, <br />or perhaps you only fake it, <br />I'm the king of this barnyard.' <br />Turkey now thought extra hard, <br />he could dish it out, no doubt <br />turkeys never had much clout <br />nor a brain with which to think <br />so he gave the boy a wink <br />told him 'every Banty Rooster <br />needs, just to survive, a booster, <br />step aside, I need the space...' <br />Rooster spat him in the face. <br />Moral is that Banty Chickens <br />spit at turkeys like the dickens.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/turkey-half-grown-children/
