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The Haycock
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The Haycock cannot crow; he has no brains,
No,–not enough to go in when it rains.
He is not gamy,–fighting’s not his forte,
A Haycock fight is just no sort of sport.
Down in the meadow all day long he’ll bide,
(That is a little hay-hen by his side.)