Mr. Punch in the Hunting Field

(By Jorrocks Junior)

The season for hunting I see has begun,

So adieu for a time to my rod and my gun;

And ho! for the fox, be he wild or in bag,

As I follow the chase on my high-mettled nag.

I call him high-mettled, but still I must state,

He hasn't a habit I always did hate,

He doesn't walk sideways, like some "gees" you meet,