An Hour's Terror Is Better

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!

A Harvest Mouse Goes Scampering By, With Silver Claws And Silver Eye; And Moveless Fish In The Water Gleam, By Silver Reeds In A Silver Stream.

When I Lie Where Shades Of Darkness Shall No More Assail Mine Eyes.

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

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