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"You silly chick," Said the white hen quick—"Much wiser I hope you'll soon be.— Just stand in your track When she makes an attack And your safety I will guarantee!"
When, as it chanced, She firmly advanced,Hen and chicken with diligence scratched; No verbal command Availed, so her hand A stone from the dusty loam snatched.
To Southward she aimed— And hostilely proclaimed! ('Twas just as the white hen said) The pebble flew forth, And, sailing due North,It struck her old man on the head!
