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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.