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!"