| Show A tar of 10 ltedgr IIn From Superior Win Cltltrn Wo have read of Maud on a summer day who rukcd Ixirefpnted the newmown hay we have read of the maid In the early morn who milked the cow with tho crumpled horn and weve rend the lay that tho poet Slag ot the rustling earn and the flower of spring but ot all the lays of tongue or pen thores naught like the lay of the lladger hen fame tong before Main rake her hay tho Hailarr hen ban begun to lay and ere the milkmaid stir a peg tho hen Is I up and ties dropped her en The corn mint nolle and flowers must spring If I they hold their own with the barinniI ring 1 If hand Is I needing o hat unit gown she domnt hustle her hay la awn she ROM to the store And I obtain her suit with a basketful ol fresh hen fruit If the milkmaid beau makes a Sunday roll slid doosn feed him on milk at nil but worka up eggJ In custard pie And atuff him full ol chicken fry and when the old man watt n horn dean ho tnko tl druggist drug-gist a load of corn Not much Hi simply rob n nest and hie him town ward you know the rest till pool wife slays nt homo and scowls but li saved from want by those ixlf sams fowls for while tho husband lingers them oho watch tho cackling hen with rare and gnthora eggs and t he eggs shell hide till sho got enough te step the tide Then hall all hill to the Iladgor lien who lay and cackles and lays I again Corn may be king but Its plainly seen that the Dadgv hen U 1 a tattle queen |
