About nine o'clock
When you come right down to it , a chicken do n't have many amusements and relaxations in this life . Searchin ' for worms , chasin ' grasshoppers , and wallerin ' in the dust is about the limits of joys for chickens . It was sure a fine sight to see 'em after they got well into the game . About nine o'clock every mornin ' they would saunter down to the rise of the road where they would wait patient until a machine came along . Then it would warm your heart to see the enthusiasm of them . With , exultant cackles of joy they 'd trail in , reachin ' out like quarter-horses , their wings half spread out , their eyes beamin ' with delight . At the lower turn they 'd quit .