FRENCH NURSERY RHYMES.
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Every day it was pecking and fighting.
A cook saw them: "Ah! My little fellows,"
Cried he, "No more of this carrying on!
To put an end to your rages,
To the spit,[1], my rascals!"
THE SONG OF THE GREY HEN.
There once was a little grey hen
Who went to lay in the church,
She laid a little egg[2]
Which the child ate quite hot.
There once was a little white hen
Who went to lay in the barn,
She laid a little egg
For the child who was sleeping.
There once was a little yellow hen
Who went to lay under the prison,[3]
She laid a little egg
Which the child ate quite hot.