SONGS FOR THE

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CHICKENS.
O hear the chickens pip ;
They will no longer keep
Under their mother’s wing ;

And shall I run and catch them?

O no, I must not touch them ;
"T would be a cruel thing.

She cannot get away,
She wishes them to stay
Within the little coop:
I wish that they were kinder,
And not so slow to mind her,
So swift away to hop.

Poor hen, she walks about
And struggles to get out,
She feels so very sad:
I wish that every chickling
Would stop its merry pipping,
And run to make her glad.

I'll never run away,

Or stop to laugh and play

When mother calls me home:
I'll quickly run to meet her,
With kindest kisses greet her,

Soon as she bids me come.

 

Hastings’ ‘Nursery Songs.” |