MINNIE’S CALCULATIONS.
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Said Minnie with pride, As she counted her chicks, “When they’re grown a bit bigger, I’ll sell all the six. And as each ought to fetch At the least half a crown, I can quite well afford me A new Sunday gown.” Alas for our castles! How soon they all slip! The cat ate one chicken, And one got the pip; And while mourning their brother And sister, the four Were crushed by the carter-boy Slamming the door. Don’t reckon your chickens Before they are hatched, Is a proverb some fancy Can never be matched. But I think that this other Deserves to be told:— Don’t count on their value Until they are sold.
