What is this chicken thinking?

LL


Six fat pullets sitting in a row
All are wondering where they will go
When the sun goes down and slides from the sky
When the moon rises and the owl makes the cry
Because no one knows where they will go
When the night grows dark and light fades away
But the pullets will now go and sleep in the hay
And await for the start of another bright day
 

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