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...SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER |