We often for birds went a-hunting,—
There was game in the woods in his day,
And wasn’t it just jolly tramping,—
I really wished no better play!
But oh! it was so disappointing,
When only one bird I would hit;
“Cheer up!” father’s voice was so merry,
“And be glad of the one you did get!”
There are shrubs in the path by the schoolhouse,
I stay now at home every day,