Category / Chicken poem

August 10, 2011
Silly Tilly drags a branch across the yard You can quote me as I speak Chickens smile despite their beaks Look how she walks and talks and stares See how she jumps and shows she cares Listen to her serenade Think of how they’ve danced and played Their little toes don’t skip a beat Happiness…

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March 29, 2011
Broody hens, I’ve got 3Won’t somebody rescue me!They sit all day and growl and squackThey do not leave to take a walkFluffed out upon the nest they sitTail feathers spanned to throw a fitNo Silkie eggs that they protectNo Silkie eggs for us to collectInvisible are the eggs they seeBroody hens, I’ve got 3 -Tilly’s Nest I am…

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December 28, 2010
No matter where you’ve been all day,To your feet we’ll run to play.Like a loyal dog to some,When I call, my chickens come.Early morning you say hello,Eating, scratching fresh fallen snow.Beaks and toes with mud galore,Chickens dig forever more.Where you’ve been it doesn’t matter,Chicken feet go pitter patter.Sometimes fast and sometimes slow,They know where they want…

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