One other item I might offer for consideration is to reformat your stanzas/verses into longer lines that consistently end in rhymes. Many "standard" verses will follow a rhyming pattern such as ABAB or AABB or ABCBC, etc. What you have here appears folded in half to fit the page. This is completely valid and I suspect it is so that larger fonts can be used for younger eyes? But it is done at the expense of losing a recognizable pattern. Critics might shred that. However, as long as the flow is smooth, I like it just fine.
For example, this...
A Oh, please be kind and gentle
B To the creatures that you eat.
C Choose hens that come from happy farms
B If you love your chicken meat.
A Some hens are put in awful places
B We call them factory farms.
C They crowd them in so they can’t move
B And cause the poor hens harm.
A Most Some pigs which make the pork you eat
B Spend lives in awful pain.
C They live in dumps with concrete floors,
B It really is a shame.
A They put the mother in a crate
B To feed the little piglets small.
C Mum cannot turn, can hardly move.
B It's no picnic at all!
...could be reformatted to AABB in a heptameter thusly:
A Oh, please be kind and gentle to the creatures that you eat!
A Choose hens that come from happy farms (if you love chicken meat).
B Hens are put in awful places we call factory farms.
B They crowd them in so they can’t move and cause the poor hens harm.
A Pigs which make the pork you eat spend lives in awful pain.
A They live in dumps with concrete floors (it really is a shame).
B They put the mother in a crate to feed the piglets small.
B Mum can't turn, can hardly move - it's no picnic at all!
This removes much of the chance that a reader will misinterpret the intended scansion, and will also hide non-rhymes. Here is an example where I reformatted shorter lines to fit a page size and the result made embedded rhymes at rhythmic pauses in each line. This was originally written as ABAB:
A I've drunk the cup of misery
B In cruel, cold defeat
A I've danced the dance of victory
B The vanquished at my feet
A And on a hundred beaches
B I have sifted through the sand
A And felt the work of eons <<<< Ok, it doesn't rhyme. Sue me!
B Trickle through my open hand.
A I've lived in deprivation
B And in splendored marble halls
A I've danced with grim starvation
B And I've tasted nearly all
A The pleasures that great riches
B Can procure at ransom's price
A And yet my soul still itches
B For that one elusive vice:
Later, I needed to condense this 2-page section to fit a single page so I reformatted thusly, with the result that the line which didn't rhyme was now hidden. My ABAB turned into AABB and frankly, I like it better this way:
A I've drunk the cup of misery in cruel, cold defeat.
A I've danced the dance of victory, the vanquished at my feet.
B And on a hundred beaches I have sifted through the sand
B And felt the work of eons trickle through my open hand. <<< Poor rhyme hidden.
A I've lived in deprivation and in splendored marble halls.
A I've danced with grim starvation and I've tasted nearly all
B The pleasures that great riches can procure at ransom's price
B And yet my soul still itches for that one elusive vice:
Just something to consider.
Sorry.