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About This Poem
The Cockerel and his Hens
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The cockerel sits perched
High on the barn roof
Head drooping, waiting--
For the first light from heav'n
To crow.
Them hens look furtively
For the hidden crannies,
To lay their wee eggs
Leaving no trail, those places
From my eyes obscure.
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