QAKE, baby, wake! The bright morning is breaking,And down in the garden the oldmother-hen,With a cluck and a cackle of pride, isawaking,Her downy wee darlings, her littleones ten.She is pretty and plump, and as whiteas new milk,And her chicks yellow feathers are softer than silk;A wonderful clamor…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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