The chicken excitedly flaps her wing
We hear happy songbirds sing
Their voices have a joyous ring
As they welcome the onset of spring.

We chickens breathe a sigh of relief
Hoping this warm spell won’t be brief
We ask Lazy Laurie, our chicken commander in chief
Whether she can smell spring in the leaf.

“Yes!” says Lazy Laurie, the wise
As she sniffs hard, and sighs
Triumphantly she declares, “Come on, you guys!
Winter is gone. Oh my! How time flies.”

We dream of dust baths, flies and worms
No more of the cold, snowy snowstorms
As we groom our feathers to top forms
It is time for us to break the norms.

The grass beckons. Alas! We are stuck in the coop
How do we escape our fenced run and its goop
Crazy Cookie, the chicken’s mind goes in a loop
As she lets out a loud whoop.

Oreo, the chicken stops and stares
“Crazy Cookie’s gone crazy”, she declares
“Quiet Junior!” Lazy Laurie glares
As Crazy Cookies’ temper flares.

Paisley, the smallest of us all
Pets Crazy Cookie, “Calm now, there’s a doll.”
A mellowed Crazy Cookie lets out a call
For a meeting in the egg laying hall.

Together we form a plan to escape
Emerging from the hall, our plans take shape
One chicken atop another until we make
A vertical chicken totem pole, a piece of cake.

Paisley, the lightest one, reaches high
Reaching a little gap, she yells "Aye"
She squeezes out, and exclaims “Oh my!”
As lush grass meets her eye.

But the first order of the day
Is to free her sisters, come what may
Lowering a rope to where her sisters lay
She pulls out Crazy Cookie, all the way.

Soon all we chickens wrestle free
Widening the gap, that’s how it must be
As we escape, we feel carefree
And devour on the grass, full of glee.

“What’s this!” the humans cry
Finding their chickens awry
Back to the pen! The chickens sigh
Waving the lush green grass goodbye.

"Don’t you worry, my dear friends
A new plan starts where the old one ends
Tomorrow we will try new offends."
Says Crazy Cookie, as to her feathers she tends.