I have a little frivolous hen
There is much scavenging in her blood
Long ago she prowled the yard;
Had an egg
And got a rooster
She doesn't know his whereabouts.
Then near my own yard
Where a little chick came following the brood,
Yesterday the pen was empty by two
And no matter how hard I muted a sign
They all ran away;
My bait a very stale meal
I could hear them cackle
But I never could see them again
I am dreaming some day
I will find them back
O' my twosome pretty ones
And how I wish my dream can come true!
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