Cackle, Cackle, Plymouth Rocks
By Ed. Blair
Cackle, Cackle, Plymouth Rocks,
Ye kin have the wagon box,
‘N’ the smokehouse ‘n’ the barn
Take ’em—we don’t care a darn.
Cackle here and cackle there,
Lay yer eggs jes’ anywhere,
Every time ye lay an egg,
Down the mortgage goes a peg.
Cackle, cackle, all the day,
Who kin find a better way
Fer to get ahead again
Than to cultivate the hen.
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