The Chicken Song

Said the first little chicken, with a funny little squirm
I wish that I could dig up a nice juicy worm
A nice juicy worm, a nice juicy worm
I wish that I could dig up a nice juicy worm
Said the next little chicken, with an odd little shrug
I wish that I could dig up a fat slimy slug
A fat slimy slug, a fat slimy slug
I wish that I could dig up a fat slimy slug
If this song is making you hungry
And you wish you were a bird
We can find you some tasty things
Just say the word
(Would you like a worm, how about a slug)
Said the next little chicken — I know what I need
I wish that I could dig up a long centipede
A long centipede, a long centipede
I wish that I could dig up a long centipede
Said the last little chicken, feeling pretty smug
I wish that I could dig up a nice crunchy bug
A nice crunchy bug, a nice crunchy bug
I wish that I could dig up a nice crunchy bug
Now, see here, said the mother, from the garden patch
If you want any breakfast, come over here and scratch
Come over here and scratch, come over hear and scratch
If you want any breakfast, come over here and scratch
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch