In fields of gold where sunlight plays, A gentle cluck begins the day, Feathers ruffle, a dance in light, Chickens…
In the gentle light of dawn they wander,Feathers ruffled by the whispering breeze,Clucking softly as they ponder,Amongst the dew-kissed grass…
In the quiet dawn, the chickens sing, Their clucks a gentle morning ring. They strut and peck upon the ground,…
As dawn breaks, a chorus fills the air, Feathers rustle with the morning breeze. Chickens stir from their nightly lair,…
As the sun begins to rise, A symphony of clucks and calls, Feathered friends in soft disguise, In the coop,…