They say that hens do cackle loudest when. There's nothing vital in the egg they've laid;. And there are hens professing to have madeA study of mankind, who say that menWhose business is to drive the tongue or pen. Make the clamourous fanfaronade. O'er their most worthless work; and I'm afraidIn this respect they're really like the hen.Lo! The drum-major in his coat of gold,. His blazing breeches and high-towering cap,Imperiously pompous, "bloody, bold. And resolute"-an awe-inspiring chap!Who'd think this hero's only warlike virtueIs that in battle he will never hurt you?
2009 Update: To argue as the fowl argues or laugh as the witch laughs, or to contemplate as Lou Dobbs contemplated.