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EASTER.
Arouse, O birds, the time is nigh
For omelettes and for poaches,
Lift up your anthem to the sky,
For Easter day approaches!
For omelettes and for poaches,
Lift up your anthem to the sky,
For Easter day approaches!
Awake, O Shanghais, slim and tall,
And Bantams short and squatty,
And Cochins towering over all,
And Games so fierce and haughty!
And Bantams short and squatty,
And Cochins towering over all,
And Games so fierce and haughty!
Awake, O Brahma Pootrah bird,
And rend the wintry shackles,
And let your kittycaws be heard,
Your crowings and your cackles!
And rend the wintry shackles,
And let your kittycaws be heard,
Your crowings and your cackles!
Give us, O birds, a new-made lay,
Appropriate to the minute,
With nothing else, the shell away,
But what there should be in it!
Appropriate to the minute,
With nothing else, the shell away,
But what there should be in it!
Give us, O birds, so fair a lay
No groceryman may cozen,
A modest lay, once every day,
At living rates per dozen.
No groceryman may cozen,
A modest lay, once every day,
At living rates per dozen.
March 16th, 1883.
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