Sara LaRocque X...Jul 22, 2021-- 1 of 1There once was a city chicken named Fred, Lived not on a farm, but on a porch instead. Chickens belong on the farm. A porch simply won't do, but Dub and Fred had bonded stuck to each other like glue. Two better friends you never did see, that chicken named Fred and his human Dubby. Every day the yard they would wander, and share cups of popcorn, such a sight to ponder. The chicken couldn't stay, that was all too clear. But who besides Dub would hold Fred so dear? A woman named Anna answered the call, at her sanctuary for animals Fred would have a ball. "He will live on a farm, there's no need for alarm." Sara to Dubs said. "Don't shed a tear, nothing to fear, for a farm is a better place for a chicken to lay his head. "
Chickens belong on the farm. A porch simply won't do, but Dub and Fred had bonded stuck to each other like glue.
Two better friends you never did see, that chicken named Fred and his human Dubby. Every day the yard they would wander, and share cups of popcorn, such a sight to ponder.
The chicken couldn't stay, that was all too clear. But who besides Dub would hold Fred so dear?
A woman named Anna answered the call, at her sanctuary for animals Fred would have a ball.
"He will live on a farm, there's no need for alarm." Sara to Dubs said. "Don't shed a tear, nothing to fear, for a farm is a better place for a chicken to lay his head. "