Raising Chickens and Roosters
In fields of green, where sun and breeze doth blow, The rooster crows, his voice a clarion call. The hens they cluck, and to and fro they go, As they lay eggs, so precious to us all.
The farmer tends to them with loving care, Ensuring that they’re healthy, strong, and fed. He knows that they’re a blessing, oh so rare, And that they’ll give him eggs and meat, he’s said.
The rooster struts around with pride and grace, His feathers shining in the morning light. He guards his hens with courage and with grace, And keeps them safe throughout the day and night.
So here’s to chickens, roosters, and the farm, Where life is simple, peaceful, and so warm.