Show I ooooooooooooooooooooooooo The Lament of the Foolish IIen oooooooooooooooooooooooooo I UK times are eoodtlicy nre tOW t-OW I tf I a I Such wealth ol corn as we atJ 1 have now 8 I never saw there cornea Aunt Jane To toss us out our meal et grain A law months back I was BO thin Hut now I have u double chinA chin-A nd feel us though I was tight laced When I put on my corset waist ii it it Aunt Jane comes out at early morn With her blur npron full of corn And with a friendly clucking sound She throws It on the frosty ground The crops are Katlitred In the days Are soft with Indian summer hazo I And Jack tho chore boy feeds the stock While chips lay at the chopping block 6 it it The city may have Its delights Uut these dellRhtful days and nights Upon tho farm lire full for me Ot the serenest ecstasy Since back here In September they Have added to our fare each day Until to fullness thus Inspired Theres nothing left to bo desired k it it A word about Aunt Jane that serves To pay the tribute she deserves filnco first I broke my shell to seeThe see-The world she has been Hood to me When foolishly In youth I slrny dIn d-In the wet grass she often stayed Long after dark to bring mo In tad dry my wet goosepimpled skin ti it it I always had a rocsting place Secure from danger by the grace Of her and many days and nights She treated me for parasites Her care of me someway has stirred The thought I am no common bird And some day I will take I know A ribbon at a poultry show ft it it V When I go strutting oer the yard Aunt Jane peers through her glasses hard And I can see and not half try The admiration In her eye And Jack the choreboy when he slips From barn to pump will smack his lips To see me wax so tuthe knows How Aunt Jane loves me I suppose 6 it it Old Gobbler there so lank and lean Is full of jealous musings mean Ha barely eats and Is so thin His bone are sticking through his skin r i a rp axN wry I of v I Do Not Care to Talk with Him lie tried to whisper something once To me the scrawny haltstarved dunce But I passed on with figure trim I do not care to talk with him it it it Aunt Jane ono morning cooped us In The yard the stout ones and tho thin We lire so tame and she has made Us love her so were not afraid And then she caught us ono by one And petted us and ere twas done She felt my body my plump side Till I could scarce contain my pride ti > r tr Old Cobbler sat neglected quite So thin ho was a sorry sight And she passel him by nor did stop To stroke his Ride or feel his crop Again he sought to speak with me Again I scorned him haughtily And he brushed something from his eye A tear I think as I paused by it it it Last night I had n horrid dream I thought I heard Old Gobbler scream Dont eatl Dont eat until tho woids Waked mo and all tho other birds Old Gobbler sat there like a sphinx And watched me ns a hungry lynx It must have been B dream and then I closed my eyes In sleep again it t > TIs morning now here comes Aunt Jane I Her apron full of corn again But what grim person that with her So llko an executioner He bears a glittering ax and bright In truth a most revolting sight But passes bAh rne tho fright NeaT took away my appetite it ii it Now stoops Aunt Jane to bid me beg For corn She grabs me by the leg llo Jack she cries Coma hurry run Ive got the very fattest one He comps across the yard and takes Ma to the chopping block and shakes His gleaming IIOlil Gobbler near Goes kyouck and wipes another tear it it it How cold and treacherous Is fate I see It nil but its too late Old Gobblers whisper was to warn Me of the fate of too much corn He loved mol Hear his mournful kyouck I close my eyes upon the block Forgive mr Gobbler Biased I thin iI had escaped this guillotine J W Foley In Philadelphia Ledger |