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.”
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.”