Hungry gentry now pillage, maraud as they please, In the barn Baptist greatly beasts' numbers decreased 'Sprinkling' heads of two oxen, two calves and one goat, While Razor his sabre sank deep in each throat. Awl, with his rapier, also ran up to their aid Sticking old boars and piglets below shoulder blade. Now death threatens the poultry – the geese, alert flocks, Which once saved Rome from Gauls in the dark climbing rocks, Vainly cackle for succour; no Manlius will come...
"My will contains directions for my funeral which will be followed not by mourning coaches but by oxen, sheep, flocks of poultry, and a small travelling aquarium of live fish, all wearing scarves in honour of the man who perished rather than eat his fellow-creatures. It will be, with the exception of Noah's Ark, the most remarkable thing of the kind ever seen."George Bernard Shaw
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
What's a thousand dollars? Mere chicken feed. A poultry matter.
I hate pudgy poultry.
An election is coming: Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
But the worst slaughter, though with least hullabaloo Suffered hens. To the hencoop young Chook grimly flew, With a noose from their perches he fishes out thence Cockerils, and the rough-feathered, and big-crested hens. He each bird in turn throttled and in one heap stacked, Perfect poultry, which never for pearl barley lacked.