One ! Two ! Three ! Four !Chickie ! ! Chickie ! ! I shall have a chick . I 'm going home . I 'm comin ’ back . My pot 's a boiling . My guts a growling I must have a chick . My mama 's sick . Chickie ! ! Aw , naw , I di n't hurt you . Well if you so touchous you got to cry every time anybody look at you , you can n't play wid us . Chickie . Now we ai n't got no hen .