Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

by Unknown

In the quiet of the furze,

For a time they come and lie

Staring on the roving sky.

If you approach they run away,

They leap and stare, away they bound,

With a sudden angry sound,

To the sunny quietude;

Crouching down where nothing stirs

In the silence of the furze,

Couching down again to brood