Feeding the Flock

German Folk Song
English Words By: Dora H. Stockman
Copyright Unknown

Come Biddy, come Speckle,
Come chick-a-chick-chick,
And old Cock-a-doodle,
Come running, quick, quick;
Come whitey, fly down
From your nest in the hay
Where you have been
Patiently sitting all day

You dear baby chicks,
With your tiny peep, peep,
All cuddled 'neath mother-hen,
Going to sleep,
See here is your supper
Of yellow cornbread,
Now eat it and then
You can all go to bed.