MY love sent me a chicken without e'er a bone; He sent me a cherry without e'er a stone; He sent me a Bible that no man could read; He sent me a blanket without e'er a thread. How can there be a chicken without e'er a bone? How can there be a cherry without e'er a stone? How can there be a Bible that no man can read? How can there be a blanket without e'er a thread? When the chicken's in the eggshell, there is no bone; When the cherry's in the blossom, there is no stone; When the Bible's in the press, no man can it read; When the wool is on the sheep's back, there is no thread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON UPON DRINKING IN A BOWL by ANACREON BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE PROUD MISS MACBRIDE; A LEGEND OF GOTHAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD, LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE by APHRA BEHN LONDON, SEPTEMBER, 1944 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB HEBREW MELODY by MRS. JAMES GORDEN BROOKS |