Tho’ them kind cain’t lay aigs, ye know—whad say?”—
He seen thet Laury ’peared ter be ’n a sweat
Ter hev ’im quit ’is talk an’ go on carvin’.
He done a leg an’ wing, an’ sliced the breast,
An’ got the stuffin’ ready fer the sarvin’,
An’ then begun again: “I found ’is nest
“Las’ June—we’d missed ’im fer a month or so—
Off in a ol’ forsooken suller; thar
’E set ez thin’s a rail. Bet yew dunno
What he’d be’n settin’ on so long, by tar!”