CHICKEN CITY
One morning as Uncle John Hare and his bunny nephew sat on the front porch of their little house on the corner of Turnip Square and Lettuce Avenue they saw a Yellow Hen walking down the road. She had on a pink shawl and a purple sunbonnet and a pair of little red slippers.
"Cackle, cackle, what do you think,
I went to the store to buy some ink,
Paper and pen a letter to write,
But they told me they'd all sold out last night."
"So here I am," said the little Yellow Hen. "I must make you a call," and she hopped up on the porch and sat down in the rocking chair.
"Well, we're glad to see you," said the old gentleman rabbit. "How are all the folks in Chicken City?"
"The old Red Rooster has the chicken pox," she answered. And when the old gentleman rabbit heard that he was dreadfully sorry, for once upon a time that very same rooster used to wake him up every morning for breakfast.
"We'll take the Bunnymobile and go over to see him," he said. And in less than 500 short seconds all three of them were driving toward Chicken City. But, would you believe it, when they reached the old Red Rooster's house they were told he had gone for a walk on the meadow. And pretty soon they heard him say:
"I got over the chickenpox,
But I nearly had the flu
I'm so glad I'm well again—
Cock-a-doodle-do!"
"Too bad you took all this trip for nothing," said the Yellow Hen.