Life by the fire

Chill! Out here its never too cold
Tho we lack a rag to hold
Around a blaze, our elongated limbs we fold
To asembl we don't need to be told

A chew is too big if I can hold
That, you get if you are bold
We trawl thru det just so we grow old
Baker, have even the crumbs been sold?

We way-lay all year
Suits? you'd never dare
Our chews for the anam are little than they wear
They are too good to care

Wizened, yet fresh is that new breed
Their wounds are so deep, yet they don't bleed
Each day for their lives they had to plead
I warmly land a hand if they are in need

I too work though I lead
More so now that the queen has a seed
It's a perfect error that we did
We need no suits to erase our deed