The young hen roamed the city streetsWith an emigrant rooster back from abroad..She stripped him of cash with walks and banquets,Dressing and preening herself in new feathers.
The more kisses she gave as gifts,The more the other’s debt piled up.One evening while kissing by the coop,The kid’s little sister saw them from the fold.
She told the lamb and the heifer in the barn,The gossip brewed in the fold and the cellar.The cow said, “Enough, drop this talk,Before the smoke of truth has even risen!”
The smoke said, “I don’t understand a thing,Where do you see smoke, when there is no fire?”“Quiet!” the goat’s daughter told him,“The smoke has risen from the fire of love!”
