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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
HUMOROUS
"Oh!" said the chick
To the white hen, "Run, quick!"
(They stood in the garden patch;)
"Here's a woman coming
Who will send us ahumming—
She's determined she'll not let us scratch!"
To the white hen, "Run, quick!"
(They stood in the garden patch;)
"Here's a woman coming
Who will send us ahumming—
She's determined she'll not let us scratch!"
"Now if 'twere a man
That yonder I scan"
And her eyes she opened wide,—
"And a rock he should throw
We'd know where 'twould go
And could easily dodge it one side,—
That yonder I scan"
And her eyes she opened wide,—
"And a rock he should throw
We'd know where 'twould go
And could easily dodge it one side,—
But this is a Woman—
A terror uncommon.
What to do I'm sure I can't see;
If a missile she throws
It will veer, and, who knows?
May by accident hit you or me!"
A terror uncommon.
What to do I'm sure I can't see;
If a missile she throws
It will veer, and, who knows?
May by accident hit you or me!"
