The Little Red Hen found a grain of wheat
Said "This looks good enough to eat
But I'll plant it instead, make me some bread,"
Said to the other guys down the street
"Who will help me plant this wheat?"

Chorus:
"Not I!" said the dog and the cat
"Not I!" said the mouse and the rat
"I will then," said the Little Red Hen
And she did

Well the sun shone bright, the rain it blew
The grain of wheat it grew and grew
It began to sprout, headed out
Till it was ripe enough
Said, "Who will help me harvest this stuff?"

(Chorus)
She lugged it to the miller to grind to flour
Cause the others would furnish her no manpower
And at baking time they all declined
To help her with the job;
They were a dog gone no-good mob

(Chorus)
The bread looked good and smelled so fine
The gang came running and fell in line;
"We'll do our part with all our heart
To help you eat this chow!"
She said, "I do not need you now."

"I planted and hoed this grain of wheat
Them that works not, shall not eat
That's my credo," the little bird said
And that's why they called her Red