So the four little foxes
jumped for joy, and the
big bad Fox went to get
his sack ready to start
upon his journey.

But what was happening
to the Cock and the Mouse,
and the little Red Hen, all
this time?

Well, sad to say, the Cock and
the Mouse had both got out of
bed on the wrong side that
morning.

The Cock said the day was
too hot, and the Mouse grumbled
because it was too cold.

They came grumbling down
to the kitchen, where the good
little Red Hen, looking as bright
as a sunbeam, was bustling about.

“Who’ll get some sticks to
light the fire with?” she asked.

“I shan’t,” said the Cock.

“I shan’t,” said the Mouse.

“Then I’ll do it myself,” said
the little Red Hen.

So off she ran to get the sticks.

“And now, who’ll fill
the kettle from the
spring?” she asked.

“Then I’ll do it myself,”
said the little Red Hen.
And off she ran to
fill the kettle.

“And who’ll get the
breakfast ready?” she
asked, as she put the
kettle on to boil.

“I’ll do it myself,”
said the little Red Hen.

All breakfast time the
Cock and the Mouse quarrelled
and grumbled. The
Cock upset the milk jug,
and the Mouse scattered
crumbs upon the floor 

“Who’ll clear away the
breakfast?” asked the poor
little Red Hen, hoping

they would soon leave
off being cross.

“I shan’t,” said the Cock.

“I shan’t,” said the Mouse.

“Then I’ll do it myself,”
said the little Red Hen.

So she cleared everything
away, swept up the crumbs,
and brushed up the fireplace.