Oh to be a Bush Chook


Oh to be a Bush Chook
And meander every day
Through the trees and flowers
scratching the day away
And the The Lady comes along
With her bucket of treats
We chirp and dance around her
hoping she has meats
A lovely nest of hay I have
in which my egg to lay
And I know it’s time to go to roost
At the end of the day
I snuggle close with my flock
and The Lady locks us in
We are safe and cosy here
It is chookie win.


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