Ode to the Hen.
Of robin and blue bird and linnet spring poets write page after psge ; their praises are sounded each minute by prophet, soothsayer, and gage ; but not since the stars sang together, not since the creation of men, has anyone drawn a goose feather in praise of the patient old hen. All honour and praise to the singing that cheers up the wildwood in spring ; the old recollections oft bringing joy, childhood, and that sort of. thing ; but dearer to me than the twitter of robin or martin or wren is that motherly cluck when a litter of chickens 'surround the old hen. And her midwinter cackle, how cheery above the new nest she has made; it notifies hearts all aweary another fresh egg has been laid ; and whtn the old bird waxes heavy and aged and lazy and fat, well cooked, with light dumpling and gravy, there's great consolation in that. — Nebraska State Journal.
— The spider is happiest when his life is hanging by a^thread.
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Otago Witness, Issue 1851, 17 August 1893, Page 50
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169Ode to the Hen. Otago Witness, Issue 1851, 17 August 1893, Page 50
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