In the garden green, layers of love wrapped so tight and keen. Round as a moon, with a heart so light, a humble delight in every bite.

A warm embrace from those first days, On steady legs this gently sways, A wicker shell that's cushion lined, Giving tired parents peace of mind

Mix it, roll it, knead it, let it rise. Put it in the oven for a yummy leavened surprise.

Horses, sheep, and cattle too, may seek me out when storms blow through. Though I don’t graze and cannot roam, many farm animals call me home.

Down, quills, hollow bones. All of this a bird owns. One more word fits the group, how indeed to fly the coop?