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Said the first little chicken, With a strange little squirm, "I wish I could find A fat little worm." Said the second little chicken, With an odd little shrug, "I wish I could find A fat little bug." 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 little green 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!" |