My hens are laying two eggs a day
They cackle and cackle after they lay
And I will tell you some things if I may
For I love to talk of their yea and nay!

They love to forage out in the field
Toiling for strength an egg to yield.

Whatever they get, even if only a weed
They pick and march on as if a deed
But the dear pets are lonely indeed
For they've no cock to fertilise seed!

At night as on the perch they roost
As I see them content, I get a boost.


Another for my Special TFS friends.

MirLou Brown on Nov 2, 2009