wooden “regalia”—sort of a yoke,
Supposed to keep her from breachy tricks, but
the poor old creature employed the “poke”
To rip up fences and let down bars; her hunger
sharpened her slender wits,
And somehow she sneaked through the guarded
gates, and gave the garden sass regular fits.
The neighbors pitied her starving state, but at
last she stubbornly wouldn’t shoo;
They pounded tattoos on her skinny ribs till it