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
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