Ode to the favorite chicken...

The night before we left for Texas our dear Snowball died of natural causes.

To the chicken that was kind and did nothing but quack,
To the chicken that hobbled and let us rub her back.
Sorry you were *stabbed by a naughty two year old,
Remember in his eyes you were better than gold.

*The stabbing was with a letter opener when she was just two days old. She survived it but suffered some ill effects.