A Child's Own Book of Verse, Book One by  Ada M. Skinner and Frances Gillespy Wickes

Seven Little Chicks

Seven little chicks go,

"Peep, peep, peep,"

Hunting where the grasses grow

Deep, deep, deep.


Then the mother hen calls,

"Cluck, cluck, cluck,"

Wishing every little chick

Luck, luck, luck.


— Wilhelmina Seegmuller


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