My Bantams

Here they come squeaking away Waiting for their feed today Feathered an busy Scurrying in a tizzy Fighting for a crumb People think they’re dumb But they know when to come in from danger When the night forms They’re tucked into their manger They’re tame and sweet If you don’t hold them by their feet They have many functions They not like pigeons They take care of bugs And lay you eggs And free your garden from slugs They are pretty little Garden ornaments And pick the ground for A table of elements Here they come squeaking away Ready for there hay