Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Five Little Chicks

(Count to five on your fingers)

Said the first little chick with a queer little squirm,
"I wish I could find a fat little worm."

Said the next little chick with an odd little shrug,
"I wish I could find a fat little slug."

Said the third little chick with a sharp little squeal,
"I wish I could find some nice yellow meal."

Said the fourth little chick with a sigh of grief,
"I wish I could find a little green leaf."

Said the fifth little chick 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!"

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