Mrs. Partridge, where are your chicks?
There is a hole between your bricks!
Hungry wolves with hunter eyes
Watchful eagles split the skies
All of them around your yard
Your husband’s present but has no clue
There was some fighting you did subdue
An unrest inside your nest
Longing is the real pest
Mutiny among the flock
Mrs. Partridge, what makes you sad?
They are like you, or is it bad?
All the girls are good as such
Doomed to fade but still have much
But will someone marry them?
2026.03.31
Mrs. Partridge
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