How to Get Breakfast

Said the first little chick, With a queer little squirm, “I wish I could find A fat little worm.” Said the next little chick, With an odd little shrug, “I wish I could find A fat little bug.” Said the third little chick, With a shrill little squeal, “I wish I could find Some nice yellow meal.” “See here,” called the hen, From the near garden patch, “If you want any breakfast Just come here and scratch!”