Here starts a dense story, Of a great chicken's glory. There once was a hen Her name was Wee Tan Her jokes were lame, But her brain was a flame Afterall, a hen with a joke Is someone hard to provoke. But, never never forget, She was a very clever pet. On a dark dark night, Wee foresaw a stark plight She saw her fearsome fate On a plentiful plate. “How?”,you ask in haste. Through a black iron gate She saw her glamorous mate , moved to a dangerous estate. That place was a mystery, all who entered wer
e history She now knew - the production, Meant also the destruction, Of her dear chickens! The plot now thickens… Wee wanted the world to change, To be an open and free range. The route was rough. The path was tough. But then Wee was clever. She could tackle whatever. Wee had an eggsellent plan, She ordered her chicken clan To march down the lane, And give the men lotta pain The fat factory head, Giggled silly and said, “This is our best day, Our lives no more grey” The chickens got there, And Wee Tan said a prayer. They clucked and pecked, Until the men were decked The press was called, They were appalled To see the wee, bold Wee Lord over every employee This event was a big story, It went down in Chickstory. Now, chickens are worshipped, Cocks and hens no longer shipped. If anyone asks us To harm chickens, Everyone refuses - “What the Dickens!”
The Big Ballad Of wee Wee Tan
Here starts a dense story, Of a great chicken's glory. There once was a hen Her name was Wee Tan Her jokes were lame, But her brain was a flame Afterall, a hen with a joke Is someone hard to provoke. But, never never forget, She was a very clever pet. On a dark dark night, Wee foresaw a stark plight She saw her fearsome fate On a plentiful plate. “How?”,you ask in haste. Through a black iron gate She saw her glamorous mate , moved to a dangerous estate. That place was a mystery, all who entered were history She now knew - the production, Meant also the destruction, Of her dear chickens! The plot now thickens… Wee wanted the world to change, To be an open and free range. The route was rough. The path was tough. But then Wee was clever. She could tackle whatever. Wee had an eggsellent plan, She ordered her chicken clan To march down the lane, And give the men lotta pain The fat factory head, Giggled silly and said, “This is our best day, Our lives no more grey” The chickens got there, And Wee Tan said a prayer. They clucked and pecked, Until the men were decked The press was called, They were appalled To see the wee, bold Wee Lord over every employee This event was a big story, It went down in Chickstory. Now, chickens are worshipped, Cocks and hens no longer shipped. If anyone asks us To harm chickens, Everyone refuses - “What the Dickens!”By, Ananya Arun, Grade 6, EJPN
Inspired by ‘Pig’ by Roal Dahl