Now what will that make? Fifty chickens, I said,—
Fifty times three-and-sixpence—I’ll ask Brother Ned.
“O, but stop,—three-and-sixpence a pair I must sell ’em:
Well, a pair is a couple,—now then let us tell ’em:
A couple in fifty will go (my poor brain!)
Why, just a score times and five pair will remain.
“Twenty-five pair of fowls—now how tiresome it is
That I can’t reckon up so much money as this:
Well, there’s no use in trying, so let’s give a guess,—
I’ll say twenty pounds, and it can’t be no less.