In a small quaint farm, lived a little red hen,
With feathers so bright, she stood out among men.
She scratched the soft soil with her strong yellow beak,
Searching for seeds that were ripe and delicious to eat.
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But nearby, a brown fox with eyes full of greed,
Sneaked through the tall grass, as quiet as can be.
He hid in the shadows, his cunning plan clear,
To steal the hen's food and make his belly full of cheer.
2
The hen felt a shiver, an instinctive alarm,
She stopped her pecking, her feathers raised in alarm.
With a loud squawk, she warned of danger and woe,
Alerting her friends, it was time to go.
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The chickens, the ducks, and the geese joined her side,
Together they stood, their bravery untried.
Facing the fox, their feathers ruffled with might,
They vowed to protect, to make things right.
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The fox, overwhelmed by the courageous birds' might,
Slinked back to the shadows, hidden from sight.
His desire for food was foiled by their bravery,
The little red hen smiled, she knew they were free.
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The little red hen bowed to her friends with pure joy,
For coming together, their unity they employ.
With gratitude in her heart, she thanked them anew,
For their strength and courage, forever it grew.
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From that day forward, they stood hand in hand,
A band of companions, united on nature's command.
The little red hen and her friends so loyal,
In harmony they lived, their spirits forever royal.
