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Show H itt THE NEW LAID EGG. I Bo gentle to the new laid egg, For eggs are brittle things; They cannot fly until they're hatched And have a pair of wings. If onco you break tho lender shell, The wrong you can't redress; The yolk and white will all run out, And make a dreadful mesa 'Tie. but a little while at best That hens have power to lay; To-morrow's ejjes may addled be That were quite fresh to-da Oh ! then let the touch be light That takes Ihem from the keg; There is no hand whose cunning skill Can mend a broken egg. Ay touch it with a tender touch, For, till the egg is boiled, Who knows but that unwittingly, It may be smashed and spoiled! The summer breeze that 'gainst it blows Ought to be still and hushed; For eggs, like youthful purity, Are awful when they're crushed. |