Ode to My Hens

See the Orpington; her life is short, unaware she's a coelurosaur.
She eats organic and roams free range, often acting a bit deranged
She’s buff and fluffy, lays brown eggs, and is known for her pinkish legs
She cannot fly, has never soared in the sky, not concerned she might get fried
Sunny-side up or over-easy we start our day from her labor
She does not know how thankful we are for putting breakfast on our table