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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