Here is the poem I wrote when I first had my rescued battery hens........ hope you like it..............
The Scruffy Fluffy Butts
We started out so fluffy,
But soon became so scruffy.
Trapped in cages, no room to move,
No daylight, no air, Just food, food, food.
Beneath our feet, no warm soft straw,
Just wire that hurts, and our feet are sore.
Another peck, and again one more,
My back and neck are feeling so raw.
Lay more eggs thats all we hear.
Come on girls, your costing me dear
We feel so crowded, our heads in a spin,
The noise is deafening, why cant the lights be dim.
But whats that noise, who is here,
Could it be that death is near?
NO, its friends we hear them say,
We have come to save the day!!
Released from our cages, our rescuers gentle,
Come on girls, now dont go mental.
Dont be afraid, the end is in sight,
For you are going to see daylight!
Your new homes are ready,
Easy now, just go steady.
Freedom at last, freedom to roam,
Freedom is an upright comb.
So we are taken to a place,
By a Lady who says she loves our face.
We feel a breeze, so soft, so warm,
And what is this? Lady says its corn!
Time to rest our new mum said,
For she is feeling truly blessed.
Just settle down, all is fine,
Believe at last that youre all mine.
So come my little Scruffy Butts,
Youll soon become the Fluffy Butts.
(c) 2008