In the morning light, they greet the day,
With feathers bright and a gentle sway.
Their clucks, a song of a simple cheer,
In fields of green, they bring us near.

With beady eyes and curious beaks,
They roam the fields for what they seek.
Their humble lives, a tale so grand,
In every peck and every stand.

By the coop, as twilight nears,
They gather close, they have no fears.
Their world, so small, yet full and bright,
A testament to the simple life.

Oh, chickens dear, in your humble way,
You teach us all, both night and day.
To find the joy in what we do,
And live our lives both kind and true.