This Chick

Gather the flowers,
the billies, and the toads
because this little chick
is going home.

Home to where freedom,
and joy abounds
where laughter is the norm and
love is not a clown.

Tell old man Mcgee that
I thank him for the stay.
The feed was good, but
now I must play.

Play to the breeze
of freedom and joy
no more inner
sorrows, mountains, or toil.

No more strivings against
the inner beast
freedom now reigns
on this chick's street.


So gather the flowers
the billies, and the toads
because this little chick's
lot, has just been told.