Market Day
The cuccos arrived in the market,
Across the vendors echoed feel of dread.
Fruit-sellers suddenly felt pear-shaped,
And bakers kept close eye on their bread.
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Well liked were Talon and Malon,
But cuccos, they were birds of hell.
Good were their meat and their eggs,
But of great trouble they smelled.
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So thus came the moment of truth,
When one cucco yearned to go free.
Turned over its cage, let out cries of rage,
And squawked through the crowd merrily.
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Poor Malon, she had to pursue,
While Talon, he stayed with the cage.
What happened next in this tale, you ask?
Well I'll tell you on this parchment's next page.
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The cucco, it ran through the crowd.
Children laughed while women shrieked.
Some knights ran to source of commotion,
But against cuckoos, even they feel meek.
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So Malon ran, between people and stands,
And that blasted bird, it carried on.
The chase, it began at high noon,
When it ended, the shadows were long.
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But eventually, the cucco, it halted,
For it was faced with a wall standing high.
Behind it was its frustrated owner,
It prayed to the Bird in the sky.
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Malon advanced, the cucco it squawked,
And out of its rear dropped a thing.
Something quite white, and to Malon's delight,
Was an egg, hitting ground with a wing.
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"Oh cucco," she said, "merry chase you have led me,
Carrying this egg deep within you, I'm shocked!"
"I cannot in conscience give you to market,
Not when you're such a marvellous cock."
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The cucco and egg were both lifted,
But the cuckoo caused Malon to fall.
For it sprang out of her arms, uncaring of harm,
Used her height to get over the wall.
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Some say that the egg is still carried,
Or given to hero in green.
Some say it was eaten by Ganon,
Or by moblins with manners obscene.
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But one thing I can say dear reader,
Of cuccos, my people, beware!
Demons with feathers, that's all they are,
So when handling them, do so with care.