Girls of a Feather In a box laid with straw Clara swayed this way and that feeling blessed at her good luck Clattering along the bumpy country lanes in the back of the farmers old truck She was on her way to Buttercup Farm free at last from the noisy battery pens Fields of lush green to roam free there is no nicer place to live if you are a hen As the days passed, she was welcomed into the coop although Clara felt a bit shy The country was very quiet and she struggled to sleep no matter how hard she tried After many restless nights looking at the moon Clara’s problem became clear Poor Clara hadn’t laid a single egg and her heart became gripped in fear The farmer had taken notice and each day shook his head at her in dismay The other girls awkwardly looked at each other a bit unsure what to say Each morning she was so exhausted and no egg would come out The other girls clucked and laid wondering what the fuss was all about Clara was so worried she rolled the other eggs into a bush hopin