PADDLING IN CHICKEN BROOK
THE OLD WOMAN
The little old woman, who wove and who spun,
Who sewed and who baked, did she have any fun?
In housewifely arts with her neighbour she'd vie,
Her triumph a turkey, her pleasure a pie!
She milked and she churned, and the chickens she fed,
She made tallow dips, and she moulded the bread.
No club day annoyed her, no program perplext,
No themes for discussion her calm slumber vexed.
By birth D.A.R. or Colonial Dame,
She sought for no record to blazon her fame—
No Swamies she knew, she cherished no fad,
Of healing by science, no knowledge she had.
She anointed with goose grease, she gave castor oil,
Strong sons and fair daughters rewarded her toil.