Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Poem: The Red Hen

She turned her hed to this side;
   She turned her head to that.
Looking round for tidbits,
   Juicy ones and fat.

Scritchy-scratch went Red Hen's feet;
   Nib-nob went her bill.
She ate of juicy tidbits,
   Until she had her fill.

And then she flew into a nest
   And laid and egg, and then.
With a cut-cut-cut, ca-dah-cut,
   Flew off to eat again.


by James S. Tippett

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