Feisty Rebel Hens

Hens were in the spa for the third time that day Farmer Jones was angry, for they now had a weird lay Their eggs were hard-boiled, nothing ready to fry up. We’ll have to throw away that spa he said to his pup. If you throw away our spa, we will quit laying they said. The hens loved sitting in the hot water until their bottoms were red. Could you give us regular eggs once in a while? Asked Farmer Jones. Rebel hens laughed, spit chicken feed at him and recited mean poems.