The Little Red Hen

I have a little red hen made of glass on my kitchen windowsill.

I remember singing along while my mother played the little red hen song on the piano.

"Kut, kut, kut, kudaket, goes the little hen. See my little yellow chickens eight, nine, ten!"

Not really sure if that's how the song went. That was quite a few years ago.

Anyway, I think I'm a lot like the little red hen. 

Sometimes I ask for help but usually end up doing it on my own. And that's okay. I know I can do things on my own because I've had to for a while now. 

Sometimes when I look at the hen I feel frazzled because I have so much to do just like the little red hen.

But usually when I look at her I think of all she accomplished on her own and realize I am a lot like her in that way too.

Meanwhile I'll just keep clucking along like my friend the little red hen.