The Divine Chick!

I wouldn’t so much

Have minded,

Had my dream

To an egg turned.

For then, if someone

Would fain like it broken

An’ would then

Strike it hard;

Merely would I watch

It from afar.

I would shed not

So many tears, for

The li’l golden bits

An’ would not go about

Helter-skelter, arm’d

With tape, paste or glue;

But would wait, and see

With a breath most bated

For a fuzzy golden thing

To peep from the wreck,

An’ thank sweet Heaven

For a gift most divine !!