The Clucking Hen

“Will you take a walk with me, My little wife, today?
There’s barley in the barley field, And hayseed in the hay.”
“Thank you,” said the clucking hen, “I’ve something else to do;
I’m busy sitting on my eggs, I cannot walk with you.”

Cock-a-doodle-doo! Cock-a-doodle-doo!

“Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck,” Said the clucking hen :
“My little chicks will soon be hatched, I’ll think about it then.”
The clucking hen sat on her nest, She made it in the hay;
And warm and snug beneath her breast A dozen white eggs lay.

Cock-a-doodle-doo! Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Crack, crack, went all the eggs, Out dropped the chickens small.
“Cluck!” said the clucking hen, “At last I have you all.”
“Come along, my little chicks, I’ll take a walk with you.”
“Hello!” said the rooster bold, “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

Cock-a-doodle-doo! Cock-a-doodle-doo!