Versos English Ruth McEnery Stuart The Frizzled Chicken

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The Frizzled Chicken

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Dat frizzledy chicken, he steps so spry, An' he totes 'is head so pompious high, Like as ef he tries, wharever he goes, To rise above dem rough-dried clo'es. An' he ain't by 'isself in dat, in dat-- An' he ain't by 'isself in dat.