How to Get Breakfast
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 bug.”
Said the third little chick,
With a shrill little squeal,
“I wish I could find
Some nice yellow meal.”
“See here,” called the hen,
From the near garden patch,
“If you want any breakfast
Just come here and scratch!”
