The hens do decoop, the hens do,
To greet a brand new morning day
At the Farm in Lincoln Park Zoo,
To mix their time 'tween work and play.
Lots of clucking as the hens chat
About the stuff hens chat about,
As they move through their habitat,
Eating breakfast a must no doubt.
Close together they do their thing,
Some chicken biz, some chicken fun,
No need for social distancing
Whether set still or on the run.
Through the Covid phenomenon
The closed Zoo works and life goes on.
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