All you poor little shivering things!
It’s cloudy above and muddy below;
The rain pours down and the four winds blow.
Too bad the weather’s so damp and cold,
And you, poor chicks, but three days old!
You haven’t much chance, that I can see;
But cluck, cluck! come hither to me.
Yellow, and Brownie, and Tan, and White,
Blackie and Spot—yes, six—that’s right.
Cluck, cluck! hide under my wings,