THREE LITTLE CHICKS BORN IN A SHOE.

Three little chickens, Born in a shoe, When the freshet came, Didn't know what to do: One went on deck, Just to watch the weather, While down below The others sat together. "Oh, what shall we do! Mother is not here: Captain there on deck! Oh, what cheer? what cheer?" "Water everywhere, Far as I can see! But the wind is fair; Let us easy be." "Oh, we want our mother," Cried the other two: "Stop that!" said the captain,— Captain of the shoe: "We are lucky chickens In our little boat; Water-tight it is, And it keeps afloat. "I hear mother calling From the barn-yard wall: Courage, little sisters! Don't you hear her call?" Yes, they heard it plainly; Oh, how glad they were! "Now blow fair, thou gentle wind, Bear us all to her!" And the wind kept blowing, Fair and fair it blew, Bearing to the barn-yard wall All that little crew. When their mother saw them, She flew down apace; On her back she bore them To a nice dry place.