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Five brown hen’s eggs
     Were lying in a nest, 
And one egg began to crack
     And perhaps you may have guessed -

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A tiny chicken peeped around
     And blinked his small black eyes.
He looked around the farmer’s barn
     And had a big surprise:

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There were lots of other baby chicks
     Who were busy with their play:
'Come on out and join us here
       Upon this Easter day!'

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His mother looked down at her chick
     And clucked with great delight -
And little chicks at Eastertide
     Are such a pretty sight.

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But the Easter egg which I suppose
     That you will like the best
Is bound to be the chocolate egg
     Which you won’t find in a nest.

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