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The first chicken said with a sad, little squirm, I can only find this skinny, little worm.


The second chicken said with a funny, little shrug,


The third chicken said with a sharp, little squeal,


The fourth chicken said with a tired, little moan,


The fifth chicken said with a little cry of grief,


“Now, look here!� said the Mother Hen from the green garden


If you want any breakfast, you come here and‌



The Hungry Chicken