I wrote this on stage during a performance of Inherit the Wind for a gorgeous young woman who had the thankless job of stage manager and "chicken lady" who took the chicken past the townspeople to the picnic.
Inherit The Chicken
Pretty Lady dressed in black
Carries past the happy throng
A plate of legs as lovely as her own.
Twinkling eyes sparkling in the lights
Made brighter by her smile.
She watches us; She cares for us.
She helps us; Shes guides us.
Ever kind, Ever sweet
Pretty Lady dressed in black.
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