A hen has a comb two eyes a beak and two legs
And a coat of feathers and she does lay eggs
And when she and the rooster does copulate
Her eggs to chickens she does incubate
Of a hen and her kind so little I've known
But i do know she does have a charm of her own
In her own sort of language she communicates with her own kind
A hen is a creature with a thinking mind
Some of her eggs we boil or we fry for to eat
And some of her chickens are raised for their meat
Some of her ancestral stock the red jungle fowl of Southern Asia still live wild and free
They feed on the ground and they roost on a tree
And though little about her i can claim to know
Of the ways of the hen my wonder only grow.
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