In a cozy coop, 'neath the morning sun,
Lived a little hen, her days full of fun.
With feathers soft and eyes so bright,
She clucked and pecked from morning light.
Oh, little hen, with your feathers fine,
In your coop, love's sunshine.
With every cluck, a story told,
In your wings, our hearts enfold.
But one sad day, as the sky turned gray,
Little hen grew weak, couldn't peck or play.
With a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes,
And soared beyond the endless skies.
Oh, little hen, with your feathers fine,
In your coop, love's sunshine.
With every cluck, a story told,
In your wings, our hearts enfold.
Though she's gone, her spirit soars,
In every feather, in every pore.
For in our hearts, she'll always stay,
Little hen, in skies of blue and gray.