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I certainly drink chamomile tea more often than eat chicken, though the chicken in the poem ought to have been eaten, too!

Not to spoil anything, but I think he eventually was ;)

...and the Chamomile survivors rejoiced with a sense of vengeance !!! ;-)

... grow in power and take over the world with all their Chamomileness :p

...or at least, provide the world with a relaxing cup of tea! ;-)

And then we would have world peace :)

:-) works for me!!!