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Rh 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,, my rascals!"

There once was a little grey hen Who went to lay in the church, &emsp;She laid a little egg Which the child ate quite hot.

There once was a little white hen Who went to lay in the barn, &emsp;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, &emsp;She laid a little egg Which the child ate quite hot.