Hens

What curious birds are common hens! They make good broth and even pens. They have no teeth, no hair, no nose, But sport a comb red as a rose. They have no arms or funny bones That causes folks to let forth groans, Their victuals they all swallow whole And use a craw for a chopping bowl. They have no hands, they have no wrists, And without hands they can't make fists, But for one thing they should rejoice And cluck aloud with cheerful voice; Not having hands, they have no nails, Which are the cause of many wails, For once a week we girls and boys Must put aside our games and toys And all our nice exciting tales, While mother trims our finger nails.