Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 389
Good morrow, friends, the peafowl cried, And spread his feathers gay; There 11 be a change here very soon — I heard the Master say: It takes too much to feed the stock, This weather is so cold;I must look over them at once And choose one to be sold. Those are the very words he saidTo John his son;… … I should nt wonder, now, at all, If t was the sorrel mare, A-munching such a lot of corn When there is none to spare Poor Polly raised her gentle headAnd gave a whinny low : Well, if my Master wishes it,I spose I 11 have to go.But as for what I eat, I m sure I plowed for many a day,And helped to…
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