“Well, sixty sound eggs,—no, sound chickens, I mean:
Of these some may die,—we’ll suppose seventeen,
Seventeen! not so many—say ten at the most,
Which will leave fifty chickens to boil or to roast.
“But then there’s their barley: how much will they need?
Why, they take but one grain at a time when they feed,—
So that’s a mere trifle; now then, let us see,
At a fair market price how much money there’ll be.
“Six shillings a pair—five—four—three-and-six.
To prevent all mistakes, that low price I will fix;