- Anna! Sorry, but I must say
Ten of your hens won’t lay.
- But this morning they’ve all laid
Good eggs.
____________- And these ten have made
A mistake that’s turned out
Mortal. Hens run about
Where they like. Your hens laid
Eggs, ran out and then made
Me…
________- Do you mean you have run
Them over? Don’t hum!
- Yes! I stopped, but it was too
Late!
_______- Well, bring them. I’ll make two.
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