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2 I have a chance while at my labors To get acquainted with my neighbors I think it's lucky as the dickens That no one in my block keeps chickens Or I would, in retaliation Just start an eggplant of my own. When friends drive up a pleasant Sunday And stores are closed till morn on Monday I harvest for their delectation Fresh Golden Bantam I have grown. It matters not how cross and weary I leave the office, all things dreary Depart, as in my garden cheery I gather larkspurs I have sown.