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Show LINES TO THE HEN E O most serene, 0 calm, piosaic fowl; j 0 Hen, thy laziness makes millions growl. M O barnyard bird, O dawdling, dowdy hen, H When shall the laying mood seize thee again? H O loudly, cackling and complacent bird, M By what elixir may thy blood be stirred? H Source of great wealth, so plain, so simply M plumed, HI Each day wo see cold Storage eggs exhumed. Hj Each day wo hear thy queer, discordant cluck, OH But find no egg as motive no such luck! R And so a nation waits upon thy will, Hj Or with the grocer runneth up a bill. H For eggs 'fresh laid" by thee and thine, 0 Hen; H "Fresh laid," the grocer salth aye, but when? H New York World. |