poem about a chicken.

[lise]

A chicken is a wondrous thing,
every day a song to sing,
feathers, beak, tail, feet, and wing.

Rounded gifts lay in a nest,
inside a box, with straw is best.
she roosts up high and takes a rest.

Baby chicks are soft and sweet,
tiny wings, eyes, beaks and feet,
I like all kinds, I think they're neat.

-Lise Carter

 

[thespinningcottage]

Beautiful! May I have your permission to read it to my first graders?

 

[St-Hubert]

Very nice! That put a smile on my face.

 

[lise]

Quote:
Of course! I just laid another one in Incubating and Hatching eggs...

 

[froggie71]

That's really great! You should enter it into a contest.