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 green little 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!”
