It rained a little bit today
Ok, it really poured
The hens were flooded
The garage was soaked
A stream flowed down the yard
The chickens seemed upset
A little mad at me
They splashed with rage
Squawked and glowered
Irate, enraged…angry
I sighed and tried to soothe them
But they wouldn’t have a bit
They turned their backs
They stomped their feet
They threw a little fit
Then, I turned and looked out
Across our puddled lawn
My boys were splashing
I heard them laughing
And my chicken woes were gone
Rain or snow or sunshine
My boys are playing hard
They love to splash
They love to splish
In our wet and soaking yard
a pinch of homestead 