Let’s read together: Five Little Chickens

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

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

Said the third little chicken,
With a sharp little squeal,
“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.”.