THE QUEER CHICKEN
The sun was shining hard Upon the dull farmyard, And sleepy Mrs Hen Was dozing in the pen, When Duckie wriggled out To have a look about. “ Oh, dear, oh, dearl ” said he, “ How very hot I be! What can be in that dish ? A worm that I can fish? I wonder what they’d say If I jumped in to play?” But soon he quacked so hard, He woke the whole farmyard. “I said,” cried Mrs Hen, A-sobbing in the pen “In water do not go; I never do, you know. ” Come here, my chicks, and see What a dreadful boy is he; A lesson learn this day, In water not to play! ” Cried Duckie from the brink: “ Of course! But, then, you’d sink! ” Then hopped he round about. And shook his feathers out. “Oh, wouldn’t I be sick If I were just a chick! Bor now the whole long day In water I shall play! ’ ’
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Evening Star, Issue 22596, 13 March 1937, Page 8
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159THE QUEER CHICKEN Evening Star, Issue 22596, 13 March 1937, Page 8
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