_Hen_
"Go not down that distant walk;
Yonder flies the savage hawk;
His sharp eyes will quickly meet you,
If you go I'm sure he'll eat you."
_Chicken_
"Nasty hawk is far away,
I may safely go and play;
If he comes my legs will bring
Me beneath your sheltering wing."
So it skipped off in a trice,
Scorning mother's good advice;
And when it thought at home to sup,
Down came the hawk and gobbled it up.
Lords and knights, I do invite
Ladies and gentlemen,
To come unto the burial
Of my wee brown hen.
My wee brown hen,
They might have let her be,
Every day she laid an egg,
On Sunday she laid three.