In the coop, a noisy bunch,
Clucking hens enjoy their lunch.
Rooster struts with head held high,
Chickens dream they all can fly.

Hen Hustler Mase walks in with flair,
Feathers flutter everywhere.
With a wink and calm command,
He’s the boss of all the land.

Eggs are laid, the brood is strong,
Every cluck a cheerful song.
The sun sets low, they rest with ease,
In Mase's coop, the hens are pleased.

The Hen Hustler knows their needs,
From scratch to feed, and caring deeds.
His empire built on golden wings,
Where every feathered creature sings