What Is Wrong Lucille
The McCormick’s chicken gatherer and feeder was only six-years-young
She was awakened daily at four-twenty, which was absolutely no fun.
But it was her duty to gather the eggs from the chicken house.
Sometimes when she entered there would dart out a mouse.
Once there was evidence of a fox in the midst of the flock.
One hen did not fare well, her head lying as if on a chopping block.
Worst of all, one day, the chicken house was in a dire way.
What is wrong, Lucille? asked mother. The chicken coop is on fire today.
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