Crowd through the rails, and climb about,
But birdie saw the hen come out.
Under the south porch steps were two,
For out of there old Top-knot flew,
She fussed, and clucked, and cackled so,
That Birdie knew just where to go.
And one lay down in Billy’s stall
Among the corn, and that was all.
How many were there? Let us see;
I’ll count with you, you count with me.