Early morning, wake up fast
Five chickens ready at last
Little beaks tapping the gate
Hopping out, they can’t wait
To the yard they dash in a line
All together, feeling fine
Five chickens go run
Out in the morning sun
Flapping wings as they play
Clucking happy all day
Cluck, cluck, cluck, they go
Down the lane so slow
One stops to peck a stone
Another finds a bug alone
Three chase a butterfly high
Under the blue, big sky
Feathers ruffle, feet in the sand
They march all over the land
Five chickens go run
Out in the morning sun
Flapping wings as they play
Clucking happy all day
Cluck, cluck, cluck, they go
Down the lane so slow
