I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:
She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
She brought it home in less than an hour;
She baked me my bread, she brew’d me my ale,
She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.
This is not to be confused with the fable of the Little Red Hen. I will gladly share the bread I make, even if I had to make it all by myself!
Oh, and I have freckles.
