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 She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though what she does, except lay four eggs at    random in the garden once a year And put up with her husband, I don't know.

She likes to eat. She hurries up, striding reared on long uncanny legs, When food is going. Oh yes, she can make haste when she likes.

She snaps the soft bread from my hand in great mouthfuls, Opening her rather pretty wedge of an iron, pristine face Rh