Cassy

Cassy now lives in the house

(She's a hen with a permanent wobble

Possibly brain-damage

The flock would bully her)

So by day

She lives in the rabbit hutch

And by night

She wobbles round the cabin.

Sometimes 

I cry 

   "Oh no! Where's Cassy?"

Worried she's wobbled behind the wood stove

And the child will reply

Cool as a cucumber

   "I put her to bed

   She's in her box"

And I sigh 

And return to making stew.

But daddy

Who

Has slightly different priorities

Will say

   "If that hen does a poo

   On the carpet

   She's out

   She's not staying here

   Tomorrow night"

And he's right

She's not really a pet

She's a farm animal

But

When she looks a me and clucks

So softly

So gently

I cant believe 

She would poo on the carpet

Not Cassy

Not our sweet, wobbly hen

But the child, so resourceful, has the answer

She says

   "We'll cover the carpet

   In newspaper then."