Sunrise paints the sky in gold, Little feet on the earth, stories untold. Pecking at the morning grain, Dancing in the yard, free from any chain. Cluck and chatter, wings spread wide, Tiptoe through the meadow, laughing side by side. Sun on your feathers, wind in the air, Life on the farm, without a care. Under the tree, in the soft green shade, Hustle and bustle, games that never fade. Finding treasures in the soil and dirt, Chasing through the grass, nothing hurts. Cluck and chatter, wings spread wide, Tiptoe through the meadow, laughing side by side. Sun on your feathers, wind in the air, Life on the farm, without a care. Golden eggs tucked in secret nooks, Morning sun reflecting off soft looks. Feathers flutter, gentle and free, Tiny dancers of the countryside, full of glee. Evening settles, sky turns pink and red, Little ones yawn, it’s time for bed. Dreams of cornfields and playful rounds, Soft whispers echo, nature’s sounds. Cluck and chatter, wings spread wide, Tiptoe through the meadow, laughing side by side. Sun on your feathers, wind in the air, Life on the farm, without a care.
