Dobbin At Manger Pulls His Hay: Gone

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!

Three Jolly Huntsmen, In Coats Of Red, Rode Their Horses Up To Bed.

What Lovely Things Thy Hand Hath Made.

We Wake And Whisper Awhile, But, The Day Gone By, Silence And Sleep Like Fields Of Amaranth Lie.

So, Blind To Someone I Must Be.