5 Little Chickens
Said the first little chicken with a queer little squirm,
“Oh, I wish I could find a fat little worm!”
Said the second little chicken with an odd little shrug,
“Oh, I wish I could find a fat little bug!”
Said the third little chicken with a little sigh of grief,
“Oh, I wish I could find a green little leaf!”
Said the fourth little chicken with a sharp little squeal,
“Oh, I wish I could find some nice yellow meal!”
Said the fifth little chicken with a faint little moan,
“Oh, I wish I could find a wee gravel stone!”
“Now see here!” said their mother from the green garden patch,
“If you want any breakfast, you just come here and scratch!”
My grandfather, Dr. Samuel E. Lawhon, wrote this poem in 1913. I have the original poem written in a journal.