Said the first little chicken, With a queer little squirm, "I with I could find A fat little worm" Said the next little chicken, With an odd little shrug, "I wish I could find A fat little slug." Said the third little chicken, With a sharp little squeal, "I wish I could find Some nice yellow meal." Said the fourth little chicken, With a small sigh of grief, "I wish I could find A little green leaf." 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." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN THE STATION MAN, ON LOOK-OUT by ARCHIE BINNS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 27 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HILLS OF HOME by WITTER BYNNER TO A YOUTHFUL FRIEND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO BEN JONSON; UPON OCCASION OF HIS ODE OF DEFIANCE ... by THOMAS CAREW |