Truly sick and tired
Of nesting here all day
What an occupation
Hard labor and no pay

Eggs laid by the dozen
This job is sure a chore
Try each time to get away
My life is such a bore

Had a friendly meeting
With friends the other day
Told me that I sit too much
What a thing to say

Got my friends together
Had a little bash
Scrambled up deliveries
My omelets were a smash

Then we started dancing
We had the greatest time
Bunch of feathered cuties
Clucking all in rhyme

Feathers were a flyin
Place was in a roar
Darn old rooster grinning
Peeking through the door

Guess we better wind this up
Hope you liked our show
Deliveries to start once more
A_nest_ta_sized to go.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright September 10, 2002