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Poultry

I think it would be pleasant
To invite you round my house
And dine on roasted pheasant
Or a freshly shot up grouse.

A partridge cooked with tarragon,
Or aromatic duck,
Or maybe quails or ptarmigan
If we could have such luck.

If not I thought that maybe
If the birds are now in season
A nicely plumped up capercaillie
Would be within reason

I'd also like to eat a swan
That's cooked in its own juice
With lots of gravy poured upon,
But I don't want a goose.

Mike Stools (b. 1962)