Paul's little hen. Paul's little hen flew away from the farmyard, Ran down the hillside and into the dale. Paul hurried after, but down in the brambles There sat a fox with a great bushy tail. "Cluck, cluck, cluck", cried the pooor little creature. "Cluck, cluck, cluck", but she cried in vain. Paul made a spring, but could not save her. Now she will never go home again.
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