By Lily B.

Pearl, Pearl, the rooster-hen

I miss our times together, way back when

Pearl, Pearl, of the Polish breed

I miss your feathers, colored like a dried reed

I was shocked when it happened. I said “No! No!

Why is it that Pearl had to go!?”

I imagined your feathers, out in a puff

Lying around, colored buff

Pearl, Pearl, the rooster-hen

I cried when I knew I’d never see you again

Pearl, Pearl, of the Polish breed

You did a very, very good deed

You made your last stand in the grass

But your defense this raptor did pass

You were gone in the claws of a hawk

You gave yourself for the good of the flock

Pearl, Pearl, the rooster-hen

I wish I could have saved you then

Pearl, Pearl, of the Polish breed

You’re the chicken that I need

Even though you’re long, long dead

I think about you when I rest my head

You were the bravest hen in the land

And when I saw you last, you looked grand

Pearl, Pearl, the rooster-hen

I miss our times together, way back when

Pearl, Pearl, of the Polish breed

I miss your feathers, colored like a dried reed

Lily B. is a Level 2 student who loves chickens and almost every other animal (except wasps).