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LOST.
“Lock the dairy door!” Oh hark, the cock is crowing proudly!
“Lock the dairy door!” and all the hens are cackling loudly:
“Chickle, chackle, chee,” they cry; “we have n't got the key,” they cry;
“Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh dear, wherever can it be!” they cry.
“Lock the dairy door!” and all the hens are cackling loudly:
“Chickle, chackle, chee,” they cry; “we have n't got the key,” they cry;
“Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh dear, wherever can it be!” they cry.
Up and down the garden walks where all the flowers are blowing,
Out about the golden fields where tall the wheat is growing,
Through the barn and up the road they cackle and they chatter:
Cry the children, “Hear the hens! Why, what can be the matter?”
Out about the golden fields where tall the wheat is growing,
Through the barn and up the road they cackle and they chatter:
Cry the children, “Hear the hens! Why, what can be the matter?”
What scraping and what scratching, what bristling and what hustling;
The cock stands on the fence, the wind his ruddy plumage rustling;
Like a soldier grand he stands, and like a trumpet glorious
Sounds his shout both far and near, imperious and victorious.
The cock stands on the fence, the wind his ruddy plumage rustling;
Like a soldier grand he stands, and like a trumpet glorious
Sounds his shout both far and near, imperious and victorious.
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But to Partlets down below, who cannot find the key, they hear,
“Lock the dairy door!” That 's all his challenge says to them, my dear.
Why they had it, how they lost it, must remain a mystery;
I that tell you, never heard the first part of the history.
“Lock the dairy door!” That 's all his challenge says to them, my dear.
Why they had it, how they lost it, must remain a mystery;
I that tell you, never heard the first part of the history.
But if you will listen, dear, next time the cock crows proudly,
“Lock the dairy door!” you'll hear him tell the biddies loudly:
“Chickle, chackle, chee,” they cry; “we have n't got the key!” they cry;
“Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh dear, wherever can it be!” they cry.
“Lock the dairy door!” you'll hear him tell the biddies loudly:
“Chickle, chackle, chee,” they cry; “we have n't got the key!” they cry;
“Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh dear, wherever can it be!” they cry.
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