Ode To My Quail Twit

my quail hung its self so here is a little poem in his memory

At first we thought you female

But we found out you were male

After you stabbed a hole

To secure your role

As dominant male.

.

So we split you up

Into seperate cages yup

and then you my little Quail

Began to call out loud and wail

WHOOOOOPAAAAAAAA

.

24 hours of every day

With Twoo and Rex away

Till we could take no more

They screamed with a roar

Shuuuuuuut Upppppp!

.

And you did persist

They planned to assist

You on your departure

They planned to caputure

You off guard!

.

But you sensed this coming

Thinking this unbecoming

You decided to go on your own accord

So you continuosily tried to go toward

The bars up above!

.

You soon suceeded

So highly elevated

You left this world

As you twirled

To Quail Heaven

The End

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