In a little village far away,
An egg began to hatch one day,
Out came a chick, all fluffy and bright,
Ready to explore with all its might.

The village was Ukrainian, you see,
With fairs and markets full of glee,
There was music box playing in the air,
And brightly colored ribbons everywhere.

The wind was blowing, oh so strong,
But the chick didn't mind, it sang along,
It hopped and skipped through the market stalls,
And danced to the beat of the music's calls.

The people smiled and waved hello,
As the little chick continued to go,
It found some friends, both big and small,
And they played and had a ball.

As the sun began to set,
The chick was tired, it was time to rest,
It cuddled up in a cozy nest,
And dreamed of adventures, the very best.

So if you're ever in that village fair,
Listen for the music in the air,
And maybe you'll hear a little peep,
From the chick that danced to its heart's beat.

Reflections

1. What did the chick do when it first hatched?
2. What did the village look like with all the brightly colored ribbons and the music box?
3. How did the chick make friends with the other animals?
4. What did the chick dream about when it went to sleep?
5. If you were in the village, what would you like to do with the Ukrainian chick?