The Little Girl and Her Little Black Hens
The Little Girl and Her Little Black Hens By Diana Pierce
A little girl plays with her little black hens every day on a farm.
Giggles put a spark in her eye as she carries them under her arm.
One is her guest to live in her dollhouse safely tucked under a tree.
Where ever she goes, she goes not alone her feathered friends, roam free.
Daily visits to the chicken coop to gather the eggs they lay,
This is when the little black hens will all come out to play.
As bedtime draws near, she goes into the house, sneaking up the stairs,
Little miss mother hen, will carry a friend, to sleep with her up there.
Changes in plans as her mommy explains, ‘chickens sleep on a perch’.
‘No problem there’, as the little girl cries, “She only is here to search”.
‘We lost her egg the other day and she put it here on my bed’.
‘That’s how it got there’, laughs her mommy as she scratches her head.
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