Yet they’ll cook you to-morrow for dinner, I’ll bet—
Don’t you think that exceedingly rough?”
“I am no longer young, I admit,” said the fowl,
“Yet remember I cost but a shillin’;
Your landlady thought (and with her I agree)
That, considering the price, I’d be fillin’.”
“You are old as the hills,” the young man remarked,
“And I fear you are not very fat,
Though they’ve fed you on pumpkin seeds now for a month—
Pray what will you answer to that?”