It's her own fault.
She has a perfectly comfy henhouse,
where her 17 sisters sleep.
Every night she sneaks out
(we don't know how)
then tries to get back in come morning:
Anybody here?
Or over here?
I'll just wait at the door till someone comes.
Only she doesn't.
She keeps pacing back and forth hoping
something will have changed.
A lot like me.
