All the chicks are growing
All yellows turning white
All their feathers flowing
Much to our delight
Sweet Pecky’s growing quickly
The yellows, not so fast
Her feathers came in thickly
Her feet so big and vast
She seems to be the leader
She takes care of them all
If one’s outside the feeder
Oh how she does bawl!
It may still be too early
We cannot really know
If Pecky is a girlie
Or a rooster with a crow
a pinch of homestead 