The Chook Book of Backyard verse
Red hen with a sharp eye on all Goes scratching for some seed, Swallows a nibble of green weed, She is a gossip with a passion Her red feathers are the fashion. She has a beauty of a comb But while she has been on the roam She has gone and lost her hat Goodness me, fancy that, A red hen with no hat! Sign in to see full entry.