Last night I dreamed of chickens
Jack Prelutsky
Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.
They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.
CHICKENS
Said the first little chicken,
With a strange little squirm,
"I wish I could find
A fat little worm."
Said the next little chicken,
With an odd little shrug:
"I wish I could find
A fat little bug."
Said a third little chicken,
With a small sigh of grief,
"I wish I could find
A green little leaf!"
Said the fourth little chicken,
With a faint little moan,
"I wish I could find
A wee gravel stone."
"Now, see here!" said the mother,
From the green garden patch,
"If you want any breakfast,
Just come here and scratch!"