I did her a good turn.
After I ate her granny
she got the house and contents,

pots, pans, the old rocker,
cushions of silk and wool,
three flying ducks.

I can see her from here,
flitting from room to room,
picking up this and that,

holding a glass to the light,
cheerful as a red robin
in her hooded cloak.

Now look what she’s found!
– chocolates, iced marzipan,
ginger bread. You name it.

At the rate she’s hoeing in
she’ll be choice as the plumpest
chicken by Christmas.  

Bill Rush

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