The way she 'fit' it was a sin.
She boxed my ears and sot 'em a ringing,
She never said a word, but she went along a singing.
O, Miss Julie Glover, my true lover,
Stuck in the mud and can't turn over.
O, Miss Julie G-l-o-v-e-r!"
Eight years have now passed. All is as usual at Fowl Farm. Lady Gray is dead. But Lady Fluffie almost equals her in everything.
Dear old Henny Penny is just the same Henny Penny we left some years ago. She, of course, is much older.
Speckle and her rooster, as Lady Fluff says, have a large and constantly increasing family, which now numbers fifteen. But in spite of all these changes we can say with Mrs. Bluehen, Fowl Farm is just the same old Fowl Farm and never can be anything else.