Five Little Chickens

Said the first little chicken,
With a queer little squirm,
“Oh, I wish I could find,
A fat little warm”

Said the next little chicken,
With an odd little shrug
“Oh, I wish I could find,
A fat little warm”

Said the third little chicken,
With a sharp little sequel
“Oh, I wish I could find,
Some nice yellow meal”

Said the fourth little chicken,
With a small sigh of grief,
“Oh, I wish I could find,
A green little leaf ”

Said the fifth little chicken,
With a faint little moan
“Oh, 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,
You must come and scratch”