Mother hen

I opened the basket daily, Mother hen sat very silently, I touched the hen and eggs gaily, And I was not sure to be lucky. I kept a dozen eggs before a week, That waited for them to hatch, No egg was seen with a new beak, Soon I became joy by that batch. I forgot to open the basket, Three weeks had passed by, Rearing poultry was an asset, I heard the low chick's cry. I eagerly opened the basket, Had delighted to see the young chicks, I passed the test by merit, And tricked the hen by tricks.