All the chicks were asleep in bed,
Unaware of naughty fred.
They did not hear the wooden latch,
gently lifted off the catch.
Now Freddie thought this was grand,
Even better than he planned.
Yum! Yum! Said he, nice chicken stew;
Is what I am going home to brew.
Before he’d said another word,
The sound of foot steps he heard,
It was the farmer by the door,
Who scared him off for ever more.