| Show the lament of the foolish hen a tin es are good they are I 1 S cl health of corn as we J 1 ave now vi never saw there comes aunt jane 7 TO toss us out our meal ot grain A few monti k I 1 was go tl in but no v I 1 ha e a double cl in and feel as though I 1 was tight laced wl en I 1 put on n corset w aist aunt jane comes out at early morn ditl her blue apron full of corn and with a friendly clucking sound e tl ro s it on the frosty ground tl e crops are gat ered in the days are iott biti indian summer haze and jack the chore boy feeds the stoc W alle cl aps fly at the chopping block tl e city may t its del gats but tl ese days and nights t e tarm a e full tor roe of tl e serc nest ecstasy nee back tl ere in septen ber they idaia added to our fare each day until to fullness tl us inspired there s noti ing left to be desired A w ord about A nt jane tl at serves to pai tie tr bute sl e deserves bince first I 1 b oke n i s ell to see the w id sl e 1 as been good to me when tools lly in bouti I 1 strained in tl e et grasi sl e often stayed long after r dart to b ing n e in and dry wet goose pimpled skin alwis lad a roosting place secure fro n danger bs the grace of he and many das and ts she treated me tor parasites paia sites her ca e of n e las stirred 1 e thourl t X an no common bird and so e day I 1 will take I 1 know A rib on at a poultry show V 1 en I 1 go strutting er the yard aunt jane through 1 cr glasses hard and I 1 can see and not 1 alt try the adal atlon in her eie and jack the cl kreboy wl en he sl ps from ba n to pump will sn ack his 1 ps to see me wa so fathe knows how aunt jane loves me I 1 suppose old go bier there so lank and lean Is full of jealous musings meart he barely eats and Is so tl in his bones are sticking tl rough 1 is skin I 1 do not care to talk with him he tried to wh sper something once to me the scrawny hall starred dunce but I 1 passed on with figure trim I 1 do not ca e to talk with him aunt jane one morning cooped us in tl e yard tl e stout ones and the thin we are so tame and she has made Us love her so we re not at aid and then sl e caugh t us one by one and petted s and ere done she felt my body my plump side till I 1 could scarce contain my pride old gobbler sat neglected suite so tl in ie was a sorry sight and she passed him by nor d d stop to stroke his s de or feel crop again he sought to speak with me gain I 1 scorned him faugl and he brosl ed son ething from hie eye A tear I 1 tl ink as I 1 passed by last night I 1 had a 1 orald dream I 1 tho I 1 1 card old gobb er scream don t eat don t eat until tl e words waked me and all the other b ads old gobb er sat there like a phin and watched me as a hungry 1 it n e been a dream and then I 1 closed my eyes in sleep 1 morning now 1 ere comes aunt jane her apron full of corn again but what grim person that with her 40 1 ke an executioner 7 he bears a gl ax and bright in aruti a most revolting sight but passes abyah me the fright near took away my appetite now stoops aunt jane to bid me beg I 1 or corn she grabs me by the leg ho jack she cries come hurry run I 1 ve got the very fattest one he comes across the yard and takes me to the chopping block and shakes his gleaming ax old gobbler near goes and wipes another tear how cold and treacherous Is fate I 1 see it all but Us too late 0 d gobbler wl isper was to warn me of the fate of too much corn he loved me hear his n mournful kyluck I 1 close my eyes upon the block me gobbler staled I 1 thin I 1 had escaped this guillotine J W foley in la ledger |
