  When I and Betsey Married. WHEN I and Betsey married first, We both was very poor; When work was very scarce, sometimes The wolf got near the door. And Betsey said: “Let’s buy some hens— “The papers say ‘it will pay’; “I think you had better look around “And buy the kind that lay.” I bought a dozen plymouth hens And put them in a pen; When Betsy went and looked, she found An egg for every hen. “Whoopee! I know just what to do; “I’ll buy a dozen more— “And when we get that many eggs, We raised a hundred hens that year; Next year, three hundred more— And Betsy, with a knowing wink, Said, “We have struck it, sure.” We don’t care much what kind we have— There’s not much in a name; If people treat their chickens right, They “shell out” just the same. We have eleven hundred now, Blue, yellow, black and white; And Betsy says: “Old man, I think “They are mixed up now just right.” And late, like in the evening We get our baskets off their pegs, And “hike out” in the chicken yard To gather in the eggs. We ship two cases every day; Oh, my! but aint it funny? I sit around and read the news, And Betsy counts the money. decoration |
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