Robert Kirkland Kernighan
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Chickens Come Home To Roost
The world is wide and the faithful tide
Returns to the welcome sands ;
It 's often true that the work we do
Conies back to its maker's hands.
And every man knows the wondrous plan
By creation introduced :
Be it soon or late, at a certain date,
The chickens come home to roost.
JBe careful, then, ye sons of men,
What reckless words ye say ;
Be they good or ill, your sayings will
On your threshold stand some day.
You 'll bear the blame, for all the shame
Was by your lips produced ;
You 'll know it then, and ...
WHO is the girl I love the best ?
She with the pillared neck of snow?
She with hands that never rest
And never labor? Ah! no, no !
The girl I love lifts up her hands
And in the kitchen door she stands,
And o'er the meadows and the fields