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 "id": "james-mcintyre/the-patriotic-canadian-hen",
 "title": "The Patriotic Canadian Hen",
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 "poet": "James McIntyre",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "Poems of James McIntyre",
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 "first_published": {
  "year": 1889,
  "venue": "Poems of James McIntyre (1889)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  "sources": [
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   "https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/36068",
   "https://archive.org/details/cihm_11791"
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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 "verification": {
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  "last_checked": "2026-08-20"
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   {
    "text": "A hen observed unto her mate,",
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   {
    "text": "Who was strutting round in state,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "As roosters do who think they’re great,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "About egg tariff do not fret.",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "Cheap eggs I’ll give the Yankee folk,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "For I will lay big double yolk,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And very large shell I will fill,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And peck a flaw in McKinley Bill.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "I heard the farmer’s wife one day,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "These words unto her husband say,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "There’s nothing on the farm doth pay",
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   },
   {
    "text": "So well as these our hens do lay.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "My love for you, my rooster, grows,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "There’s none can match your morning crow,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "You crow the hour Chronometer,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "You weather crow Barometer.",
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  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "But the poor duck it hath sad lack,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "All it can do it is to quack;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of course the poor thing must regret,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "It don’t belong into our set.",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "I pity the web-footed things,",
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   {
    "text": "Who in water love to flap their wings;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The reason is of course because",
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   {
    "text": "They’re not genteel like us with claws.",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "It doth not lay one half the time,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "We do, but wallows in the slime,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "On land it is but a squatter,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Broad bills, more at home on water.",
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