Unknown Author
Said the first little chicken, With a queer little squirm,
“I wish I could find A fat little worm.”
Said the next little chicken, With an odd little shrug,
“I wish I could find a fat little slug.”
Said the third little chicken, With a sharp little squeal,
“I wish I could find Some nice yellow meal.”
Said the fourth little chicken, With a small sigh of grief,
“I wish I could find A little green leaf.”
Said the fifth little chicken, With a faint little moan,
“I wish I could find A wee gravel stone.”
“Now, see here,” said the mother, From the green garden patch,
“If you want any breakfast, Just come here and scratch.”