CALL ME A FOOL AND HANG ME!
I counted my chicks
Before they were hatched
And freed the finch in hand
To chase a flying eagle! What do I tell the world?
That my eggs were rotten?
That the eagle soared too high?
Ah! See my empty hands! I went to farm - without a hoe,
Boasting of a tuberous return!
See, the spiky tree has ripe