Poem by Carolyn Wells

The Intelligent Hen

'Twas long ago,--a year or so,--
  In a barnyard by the sea,
That an old hen lived whom you may know
  By the name of Fiddle-de-dee.
She scratched around in the sand all day,
  For a lively old hen was she.

And then do you know, it happened this way
  In that barnyard by the sea;
A great wise owl came down one day,
  And hooted at Fiddle-de-dee,
  Just hooted at Fiddle-de-dee.
And he cried, "Hi! Hi! old hen, I say!
  You're provincial, it seems to me!"

"Why, what do you mean?" cried the old red hen,
  As mad as hops was she.
"Oh, I've been 'round among great men,
  In the world where the great men be.
And none of them scratch with their claws like you,
  They write with a quill like me."

Now very few people could get ahead
  Of that old hen, Fiddle-de-dee.
She went and hunted the posy-bed,
  And returned in triumphant glee.
And ever since then, that little red hen,
She writes with a jonquil pen, quil pen,
  She writes with a jonquil pen.

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