Gy
Nye
Thunder, how he’ll lie!
Never has to stop and think—never has to try.
Says he had a settin’ hen that acted clean pos-
sessed;
Says a kag o’ powder couldn’t shake her off her
nest;
Didn’t mind a flannel rag tied around her tail;
Ev’ry now and then he’d take ’er, souse ’er in