'Peep! Peep! Peep! ' Poor little chick!
Little cry so weak and small,
Meadow grass so tall and thick,
And the clover tufts so tall!
Little heart in sore distress,
Longing for the mother wing;
Through the weedy wilderness
Searching for its sheltering!
i enjoy reading this poem reminds me when i was kid growing around chickens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really good at poem and ryming