The solitary huntsman
No coat of pink doth wear,
But midnight black from cap to spur
Upon his midnight mare.
He drones a tuneless jingle
In lieu of tally-ho:
-I-ll catch a fox
And put him in a box
And never let him go.â?
The solitary huntsman,
He follows silent hounds.
No horn proclaims his joyless sport,
And never a hoofbeat sounds.
His hundred hounds, his thousands,
Their master-s will they know:
To catch a fox
And put him in a box
And never let him go.
For all the fox-s doubling
They track him to his den.
The chase may fill a morning,
Or threescore years and ten.
The huntsman never sated
Screaks to his saddlebow,
-I-ll catch another fox
And put him in a box
And never let him go.â?
The Solitary Huntsman
Ogden Nash
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