one hen in her den.

hen some time crows.

One hen,

Named men,

In her den,

Looked like ten,

At her beak,

Left at peak,

 Nasty worm felt not meek,

Before swallowed

felt hallowed,

men bask egg,

 hide down leg.

There at brooder,

Chicks make fodder,

one rooster,

named duster,

has big comb,

duster crooked

early morning over tomb,

his wattle,

fetch him mate,

too early others,

some time late.

His hackle made him tough,

         When there was any fight rough.

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