Our chooks were taken yesterday,From their warm beds as they slept.
A dog who wanted his bloody fill,
Into their chook house he crept.
We loved our chooks,
They were not just layers, but pets.
To now see their empty chook run,
Brings eery sorrow and stress.
We loved our chooks and they'll be missed,
They can't just be replaced.
But they had a good life,
Those spoilt chooks!
And they'll be remembered with grace.
Henny Penny, Chicken Little and Honey,
May you now rest in peace.
Know we'll not forget you,
Even though you are now deceased.
