“Peep, peep! peep, peep!” four chickens replied,
As they sipped the dew from a burdock leaf;
“We must hurry back to our mother’s side,
She is calling us now with a voice of grief.”
Then away to her side they ran again,
Leaving the dainty drink they had found;
“Cluck, cluck! cluck, cluck!” said the mother-hen,
“Here are my ten, all safe and sound.”
—M. E. N. H.