I am safe, I should fancy, from man, gun, and dog.
They may bag a few birds on the skirts of the wheat,
But I don't think this cover will pay 'em to beat.
St. Partridge be bothered! St. Swithin's my Saint,
May his rainy rain last, I shall make no complaint.
No! Farmers and sportsmen may grumble together—
For my part, I rather approve of the weather.
[Left chuckling.