The Poultry profession seems going to pot.
You might search the whole kingdom, from Greenwich to Glasgow,
And never encounter an uglier lot.
They're crooked, and cranky, and wry-neck'd, and lanky;
I cannot discover one point that is good.
What, join in your cackle of triumph? No, thankye!
We can't accept this as a Jubilee brood.
I did expect something a little bit better
From one some crack up as the pride of the House.
Of decentish broods you have been a begetter,