By the storytellers of Havenwood Heritage Heights
I think she's a maid and she was sent out to pick up the eggs for the day and she doesn't look like she picked any up so she has to go back and tell 'em they have to buy some eggs. This is a maid that works for these people.
Her name is Mabel.
"It isn't my fault, I'm not very old."
I had two chickens when I was a kid.
They are on a farm down Maine.
They have another home, a summer home, and that's where they are now.
It must be summer: look at her legs, no sweater or anything.
She's gone out to gather eggs - she didn't find any.
The chicken's just walking around looking to see if there's any eggs to sit on.
"It's an important job so I wore my prettiest hair ribbon."
Mabel takes care of a large house, she plays with the white hen whom she named Matilda.
There's a horse stall, brown cow, sheep, and a dog, and a cat, and pigs, some mice.
Most of the time she just plays.
She has to can vegetables, make jam and jellies.
That's a kid - my chicken's name was Henrietta.
The barn looks like it needs painting. It must be old.
Mabel thinks working on the farm is a job but she's happy. She loves animals and she looks like she likes to be responsible.
It's not her home if she's working.
She's holding up her apron so she can carry the eggs.
Mabel wants to marry a farmer - it's all she's ever done.
She wants to win a blue ribbon at the fair for making the best strawberry jam.
Once her chores are done, now she can play - she likes to ride her bike down the country lanes.
We hear neighs, moos, baas, cock-a-doodle-doos.
She hears the dinner gong - it's time for lunch!
Lunch is chicken, egg salad sandwich - she could have a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich.
We smell manure, hay, pigs, and wildflowers.
At 8pm she goes to bed - she's prob'ly sleeping in a feather bed.
She can't wait for the morning.