The Men in the Den with the Hens
Crannies and nooks
For grannies with books:
Where nobody looks for the crooks with the chooks.
No hens in the pens:
The men in the den
Have stolen all ten once again. I know when-
They stole more hens before:
When they tore out the door
And they swore losing four, maybe more on the floor.
They decided to hide:
Open wide, jump inside
With a glide. They both tried to eat their eggs fried
Or broiled or boiled,
They were foiled. They were spoiled.
Hard they’d toiled, clothes they’d soiled, pans they’d oiled.
Of the ten of the hens
The men took from the pen
Only four from before laid eggs any more.
So they sat in the cranny, fried them for their Grannies
And, in the nook, took a look at this book.