English poem
Incubator Chickens
Dem inkybator chickens dat's hatched by de clock, Wid a lamp for love, is lonesome stock; Dey feeds in droves, but dey envies de others Dat scratches for grubs wid any ol' mothers. An' dey ain't by deyselves, po' orphans, in dat-- No, dey ain't by deyselves in dat.