Thou art a fool in leaving Cheap
To go and hunt the deer!
No thought he had of twisted spine,
Or broken arms or legs;
Not chicken-hearted he, altho'
'Twas whisper'd of his eggs.'
Ride out he would, and hunt he would,
Nor dreamt of ending ill;
Mayhap with Dr. Ridout's fee,
And Surgeon Hunter's bill.