chickens do it all the time, quite successful, at a run no less,

remember when I was in charge of the platoon,
     the directing staff, the little guy, the buffoon,
           thought he was tough, acted like a goon,
told me, as I had the stripes, our replacements
                                 were gonna be late and what was I going to do,
I had troops on the line, on duty at their posts, waiting to leave,
for breakfast,
sleep and maybe a wash up with some coffee,
so I ran like those chickens with my steel head under my arm,
to say whoa, hold your place until a face shows up to you, replace,
then take your
chance to flee the scene,
we will meet by the tent
to get clean then go as a group
for some chow, not yet and not now,
pour back the tar called coffee, at least it was hot,
just before our heads rest on the pillows,
on one side or the other, on your back or your front,
                                        get some sack time, ya sprogs.


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