Chicky, chicky, boom, boom
living in her room, room.
Smelly and filled with gloom, gloom
sitting on a broom, broom.
Clucking all her cluck, clucks
Hoping for some lucks, luck.
That the farmer wouldn't cut, cut
her little chicky, necky, cluck, cluck! '
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