Hen and Chickens

By Katherine Twomey

Our garden’s hen and chickens

Are the oddest ones I’ve seen—

The chicks, instead of balls of fluff,

Are little balls of green.

They stay close to Mother Hen

And never run about,

Nor have they any little house

To keep the weather out.

And when fall comes and nights grow cold,

For winter they’ll prepare

By putting on brown overcoats

Against the frosty air.