One, two, three, four, five CHAVVIES on a pony
Riding round a campfire bright,
Counting CANNIES in its light,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Two flew away so they count them again.
Eight coloured CANNIES scratching round the fire
Two of them are Cockerels and six of them are layers
Six little CANNIE hens laying eggs for tea
Mother said, “That will be.
One of them for each of you, and one of them for me.”
