Came up with a couple more stanzas for the poem:
Those lines, how they travelled every shell
I'm sure my neighbors could hear me yell.
As I watched I could see the work of each beak
I was cheering so long I could hardly speak
The peeping of chicklets was all I could hear
As each tiny chick suddenly appeared.
"Oh how cute, I must sit on my hands!"
Ran through my head and all over the land.
I won't say what my DH suggested for the beginning of the poem.