Second Chicken (with a shrug):
"I wish I could find a fat little bug."
Third Chicken (with a squeaky voice):
"I wish I could feel some corn in my beak."
Fourth Chicken (sighing):
"I wish I could find a fat worm on a leaf."
Mother Hen (impatiently):
"See here, if you want things to eat, just come here and scratch."
INDIAN LULLABY
Rock-a-bye, my little owlet,
In the mossy, swaying nest,
With thy little woodland brothers,
Close thine eyes and take thy rest.
Hush-a-bye, my little owlet,
Many voices sing to thee;
"Hush-a-bye," the water whispers,
"Hush!" replies the tall pine tree.