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Behold I built a fowlhouse in my yard	A
Two months agone the great work was begun	B
And ev'ry eventide I labored hard	A
What time my daily office grind was done	B
'Tis to my industry a monument	C
The fowls my wife and I are well content	D
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Indeed I built a fowlhouse Gods forbid	E
Although I made it floor and roof and wall	F
That I should boast about this thing I did	E
I mention it most modestly withal	F
Just these two hands this brain were all I had	G
I built it on my own and I am glad	G
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And as I toiled at eve my wife would come	H
The candle nails and divers tools to hold	I
And when I swore because I hit my thumb	H
She did not hang the contract up to scold	I
Nor move a vote of censure and maintain	J
The thing should be pulled down and built again	K
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She is my helpmate both in name and deed	L
Nor does she deem it policy to nag	M
And when she saw my wounded finger bleed	L
She bound it up most tenderly with rag	M
Thus for one end did both of us conspire	N
To have a fowlhouse was our joint desire	N
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And when I went about my work in town	O
No secret vision filled my day with dread	P
That she would pull the whole contraption down	O
And start a building of her own instead	P
I knew indeed she would take care to leave	Q
Unharmed my handiwork of yester eve	Q
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You'll note if you're at all intelligent	C
Our system was simplicity itself	R
We wanted something that was evident	C
To wit a fowlhouse perches and a shelf	R
For nests I got some timber tools and nails	S
And set to work This method seldom fails	S
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And when I'd done and saw it stand complete	T
With triumph was I most absurdly filled	U
A tiny thing enclosing ten square feet	T
That any deft suburbanite might build	U
Yet was my soul with satisfaction seized	V
And on the whole I think the fowls were pleased	V
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Now that my hens are well and snugly housed	W
And given cosy nests in which to lay	F
It seems their gratitude has been aroused	W
Our egg supply increases ev'ry day	F
And yet I vow when I their house designed	X
No sordid thought of eggs was in my mind	X
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Maybe I seem a trifle too inclined	X
To brag about a very simple feat	T
Yet strange ideas crowd into my mind	X
When I sit down to scan my morning sheet	T
And read of other builders who should be	Y
GOLIATHS in comparison with me	Y
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These mighty undertakings I've no doubt	Z
Vast railway lines that span a continent	C
And other matters that I read about	Z
Are apt to cause much wordy argument	C
Yet I who calmly built a house for fowls	S
Can feel contempt for these unseemly howls	S
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For when they move to build unholy shouts	S
Go up to Heaven from opponent throats	S
The Ins are ever brawling with the Outs	S
And both are scheming sordidly for votes	S
They build not as true builders such as I	A2
Who build for love and scorn the trade they ply	A2
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Thank God my wife and I are well content	D
In doing things to win a modest name	B2
Without the aid of Party Government	C
And all the meanness of that paltry Game	B2
Honest endeavor and some boards and nails	S
Pride in our work this method seldom fails	S
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I am so diffident I hardly care	C2
To give advice to statesmen evident	C
And yet on this occasion shall I dare	C2
To offer them some small encouragement	C
Let them forego their wrangles curses howls	S
And strive to build a little place for fowls	S
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'Tis sheer presumption surely to compare	C2
Myself with statesmen in high honor decked	D2
Yet do I feel emboldened to declare	C2
That I am more deserving of respect	D2
They by their brawls a mighty work have marred	A
I built an honest fowlhouse in my yard	A

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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