Collected Poems of Richard Griffin
In the barn of a farmer named Brewster,
Lived a hen with a voice like a rooster.
When they cut off her head
She smiled sadly and said,
"I fear I can't crow as I uster."
There was a young man of Kildare,
Who one morning died in despair.
He went straight to Hell.
With a terrible yell
Which scared all the devils down there.