We have no wheat, we have no oats,
We have no corn to feed our shoats;
Our chickens are so very poor
They beg for crumbs outside the door.
Our horses are of broncho race;
Starvation stares them in the face.
We do not live, we only stay;
We are too poor to get away.
What is the rhyme scheme of the poem?
O A. aaaa bbbb
B. abcb defe
C. aabb ccdd
ОО
D. abab cdcd