I have a friend, her name is Ann.
She always does the best she can
for all the creatures, great and small,
who have no one to care at all.
She fond of dogs, chickens and cats,
and now she loves her new ex bats.
She’s feeling sad and rather moody,
‘cause Harriet hen is over-broody.
In the sin-bin she’s been sent
by Ann, who’s actions are well meant.
Though Harriet may wonder why,
Ann must make sure she doesn’t die.
So in a cage on bricks she sits.
Just hope she knows
she’s loved to bits.