Rooster Summer

Rooster Summer — page 7
The Chicken Coop We stoop into the chicken coop This is quick work a stinky hot feathered fluster bluster Cranky hens flip fly off their nests filling the air with fuss and feather Robbers we scoop and dash with the biggest and best Covered in a flurry of feathers like rowdy night pillow fighters we rush out to the fresh bright morning and to Rexster and Seed Sack waiting