A Harvest Mouse Goes Scampering By, With

All But Blind In His Chambered Hole Gropes For Worms The Four-clawed Mole.

It Was A Pity Thoughts Always Ran The Easiest Way, Like Water In Old Ditches.

Once A Man Strays Out Of The Common Herd, He's More Likely To Meet Wolves In The Thickets Than Angels.

Hi! Handsome Hunting Man Fire Your Little Gun. Bang! Now The Animal Is Dead And Dumb And Done. Nevermore To Peep Again, Creep Again, Leap Again, Eat Or Sleep Or Drink Again. Oh, What Fun!

Dobbin At Manger Pulls His Hay: Gone Is Another Summer's Day.