Sweet
Mary Jane sat fourteen days and would not deign to rise,
Although
her folks tried everything to make her realize
That
it was quite unladylike to it all day and night,
And
never change her attitude or rouse her appetite.
The
coaxed and teased and threatened her and still she would not stand,
And
when they tried to raise her up she bit them on the hand.
They
did not want to do her harm or call in the police,
And
yet they sorrowed at the thought of Mary Jane’s decease.
But
Mary Jane knew what was best, she wiser was than men;
She
sat until she’d had her set, for Mary was a hen.
c.
April 12, ‘09
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