On the hot windy afternoon
The chicks they came all too soon
newspaper, hay, pine, shavings and fluff
although they were cute, they grew so tough
the first few nights out in the cold
alas, i knew they were growing old
my chicky babies so tiny and cute
finaly were squawking, with no dispute
out in the night all of the four
were crowded and crying at the door
they wanted to come in, so very bad
the very sight made me sad
one day all nestled in the hay
one of my chickens neatly lay
during the day when i came near
i saw the egg so very dear
right in the middle of the orderly nest
to them, im sure, it was no test
then one day i let them out
out of the gate i swear i heard them shout
yay at last were free were free!
like they were going on a shopping spree
all day long they munched and munched
on all of the the stems with a crunch
now this right now as i speak
they are nestled on the roost, with out a peep
(there you go!
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