Works

Whene'er I feed the barnyard folk
My gentle soul is vexed;
My sensibilities are torn
And I am sore perplexed.

The rooster so politely stands
While waiting for his food,...

When I go rowing on the lake,
I long to be a man;
I'll give my Sunday frock to have
A callous heart like Dan.

I love the ripple of the waves
When gliding o'er the deep,...