poem about a chicken.

lise

In the Brooder
9 Years
Apr 12, 2010
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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
 
Beautiful! May I have your permission to read it to my first graders?
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