Hen's Nest
By John Clare
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hens nest is made, Who cackles every morning from her perch To tell the servant girl new eggs are laid; Who lays her washing by, and far and near Goes seeking all about from day to day, And stung with nettles tramples everywhere; But still the cackling pullet lays away. The boy on Sundays goes the stack to pull In hopes to find her there, but naught is seen, And takes his hat and thinks to find it full, Shes laid so long so many might have been. But naught is found and all is given oer Till the young brood come chirping to the door.
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