INCUBATOR CHICKENS
BY RUTH McENERY STUART
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!
THE CAULIFLOWER
When de cabbage got ambitiom, in a uppish hour,
He lost ’is head an’ bu’st into flower
Wid ’is brains outside, an’ addled, at dat—
Den he sot ’isself up for a ’ristocrat.
An’ he ain’t by ’isself in dat, in dat—
An’ he ain’t by ’isself in dat!