Five Little Chickens

Said the first little chicken, with a quick little squirm,
“I wish 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 garden patch,
“If you want any breakfast, just come here and scratch!”