Henry's Songbook

        Not I, said the dog and the cat
        Not I, said the mouse and the rat
        Well, I will then
        Said the little red hen
        And she did, she did just that

A little red hen found a grain of wheat
Said, This looks good enough to eat
If I plant it instead I'll make me some bread
She said to the other guys in the street
Who will help me plant this wheat

The sun shone bright, the rain it blew
And the grain of wheat just grew and grew
It began to sprout, spread right out
When it was ripe enough
She said, Who will help me harvest this stuff

Then she took it to the miller to grind into flour
But the others would give her no manpower
At baking-time they all declined
To help her with the job
They were a no-good useless mob

Well, the bread looked good, it smelt so fine
That they all came running and they stood in line
They said, We'll do our part with all our heart
To help you eat this food
She said, To me that is no good

        Last chorus:
        'Cause no one helped me with this wheat
        And those who don't work shall not eat
        That's my credo, the little bird said
        And that's why they call her: red

(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)