These chickens long debated
On a costume for a ball,
And became so much elated
That they didn't go at all.
THE UNFRIENDLY CHICKENS
The saucy chicks which here you see
Know neither wrong nor right—
They can't be good like you and me,
Who sometimes really do agree—
So all day long they fight.
THE BUTTERFLY
How gaily flits the Butterfly
Across the seas of clover.
How blue the arching summer sky
That hangs the country over.
On wings of purple, brown, and gold
He drifts across the meadow.
His harmless flight you may behold
From Yucatan to Yeddo.