Submitted by: K.A. (age 10)
Down in the garden, under the leaves
The chickens fly in the breeze.
Some with muffs, others with clean legs
Down in the garden which holds a sleigh
The Buff Orpington leads yet full of glee,
As they continue on their way
As they get to the garden with a stretch of the leg
They lay down by the sleigh,
They look inside on this fine spring day,
They find lots of water, as much as they may!
And, when the sun sets
They go inside to dream away,
And the next day they would go outside,
Yet again, to play.