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Chuck! chuck! said the hen, Dont ask me again ; Why, I haven't a chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I d scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Chuck! chuck! said the hen, Don't ask me again. Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr ! We will make a great stir. Let us find out his name, And all cry—For shame! A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed ; For he stole that pretty nest From little Robin Redbreast ; And he felt so full of shame He did not like to tell his name. BIRD S-NEST ? 99
