. 7 —@Nuptien

There was a boy who
hazel. nuts

-Did wander out to pick,

He pulled the russet
branches down,

All with a crooked.
stick.

He spied out frisky,
rabbits three
ee That spent their lives
‘i in play:

 

And up and down their
little tails

They whisked the live-
long day.

That greedy boy—
those rabbits gay

To shoot did much
desire.

He went to fetch his father’s gun
That hung beside the fire.

He waited long with patience great
Upon his bended knee; ae
But not a single rabbit's tail

Did that brave sportsman sce.

E. M. Crane