Poem about chicken’s

Some chickens are browns some live in town.Chicken’s think
eating them is not cool and they need to go to chicken school.
Chickens run around looking brown.Well there comb flobbles
around.They flap they kick they bock and they run away from
the farm dog.The chickens dream is to fly.But all they can do is
cry.They pick the ground to cheer them self up.But no matter
what life is still tough. Farmer sometimes comes around and lets
the chickens go out of bounds.The chickens hop and flee
happily.They may not got they're dream but at last they were free.