Bluebelle
Those who say ‘only a chicken’
Simply don’t understand
The warmth and affection
That’s given by a friend
Who fits in the palm of your hand.
They cannot conceive of the notion
Of a friend clothed in feathers, not fur
And just cannot see the bright ocean
That a sweet feathered friend can confer
Only a chicken, they tell me
But I alone know the word
“Chicken” means so much more
In my heart springs than can
E’er be encompassed by “bird”
Never forgotten, precious friend
So much more than ‘just a Chicken.’