I Sing to My Chickens

I sing to my chickens when they wake up in the morning, a happy song to meet the new day.
And they sing back, joyfully.
I sing to my chickens in the afternoon, after they have laid their eggs while I give them a treat of dried corn.
And they sing back, hungrily. Laying eggs is hungry work.
My chickens sing to me in the evening when it is time for dinner.
 Come feed us.
I sing lullabies to my chickens at the end of the day.
And they sing back, sleepily, cozily sitting on their roosting stick.
 
In the Spring, I sing happy songs about rainbows and flowers and birds.
And they sing back delightedly.
In the Summer, I sing lazy songs about long days and blue sky.
And they sing back sunnily.
In the Fall, I sing songs about apples and pears and figs. The chickens love figs.
And they sing back. Yummily.
In the Winter, I sing Jingle Bells.
And the chickens sing back while they dance, gleefully. 





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