Hickety, Pickety, My Black Hen
Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen.
Gentlemen come every day,
To see what my black hen doth lay.
Origins
Hickety, Pickety, My Black Hen's beginnings are shrouded in 18th-century mystery! The first written mention pops up in late 19th-century nursery rhyme collections.
Meaning
This quirky rhyme may just be whimsical nonsense, but perhaps it's a fun counting song! It even stars in the game "Mother, May I?" as playful permission to take giant steps forward.
Fun Fact
Ever heard "Hiccupitty, Pickupitty"? It's a twist on the classic, swapping out "Hickety, pickety"!
This age-old ditty still delights children and grown-ups alike, reminding us of childhood's simple joys and the magic of nursery rhymes that connects generations.
