Versos English Carolyn Wells The Spring Chicken

English poem

The Spring Chicken

by (1862–1942)

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Here's the Spring Chicken. I have heard They manufacture this queer bird From bits of leather and of strings All joined and worked by tiny springs. Whenever this fine fowl is broiled, Each of his springs should be well oiled, Or he may spring across the room And plunge his carver into gloom.