The Little White Hen
One day the little white hen was scratching in the dirt
and she found some grains of wheat.
She said, "Who will plant this wheat,
so we can make bread?"
"I will," said the duck. "Bread sounds tasty."
And he planted the wheat.
Then one day the little white hen said, "There are weeds
growing with the wheat.
Who will weed the wheat,
so it can grow tall and strong?"
"I will," said the pig. "I like to snuffle in the dirt,
and I will be good at this job."
And he weeded the wheat.
Then one day the little white hen said,
"The wheat is ready to reap.
Who will reap the wheat?"
"I will," said the cat. "My sharp claws
will be useful in this task."
And he reaped the wheat.
Then the little white hen said,
"Who will take the wheat to the mill
to be ground into flour?"
"I will," said the cow. "I have a strong back,
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so it will be easier for me than anyone else."
And the cow took the wheat to the mill.
When the cow returned with the flour
the little white hen said,
"Now who will make the flour into dough?"
"I will," said the goose. "That's not much to ask
when there will be bread to eat afterward."
And he made the flour into dough.
Then the animals popped the dough into the oven
and baked it.
When the bread was baked
the little white hen tore off a tiny morsel
and threw it on the ground in front of the animals.
"Fight over that, you losers!" she cried.
"The rest is mine, all mine!
I'm rich, rich, RICH!"
Then she ran off to her roost,
ate bread until she was sick
and left the rest to mold.
Meanwhile the animals tore each other to shreds
fighting over the morsel,
until the entire farmyard
was a charred, devastated wasteland.
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