No one at home in the hen house,
And no one at home in the barn,
Old Brindle has gone to the neighbors
To borrow a skein of brown yarn,
To borrow yarn for the darning
Of socks for her spotted calf,
The little rollicking rascal
Has never enough by half.
And speckled is down by the willow,
Washing her chicks in the lake,
While old daddy cockle is lying,
Abed with a bad toothache.