The Shuttlecock's a handsome fowl to see,
His feathers grow straight upward like a tree.
He cannot crow, but oftentimes his flight
Will reach up to a most astounding height.
He is a gamecock, and, in fighting trim,
There are not many birds that equal him.

THE SAW-BUCK

The Saw-Buck is a fearsome beast.
The tramp objects to it, at least.
When to the housewife he applies
For coffee or for apple-pies,
Right speedily he'll turn and leave her
When he is seized with Saw-Buck Fever.

THE PIGEONTOAD

THE PIGEON TOAD

The Pigeon Toad's a funny little beast,
He's found in every land from West to East.
The children bring him in, to our amaze,
And though we try to turn him out, he stays.
He's never seen with soldiers, nor with fops,
But with the schoolboys how he jumps and hops.

THE GOLDEN BUCK

Perhaps because it's easily approached,
The Golden Buck's a game that's often poached.
'Tis sometimes mild, again 'tis strong and hearty,
It may be found at many a gay stag-party.
No branching antlers this strange beast adorn,
But with the Golden Buck we take a horn.

THE BUMBLEPUPPY

THE BUMBLE PUPPY

This is the Bumblepuppy. He's quite tame,
Although he's said to be a sort of game.
You scorn him, yet you must—ah, there's the rub—
Accept him at your table or your club.
He has his points, yet he's a pest, indeed;
I would we could exterminate the breed.

THE WATCH DOG

This useful animal we keep
To guard our treasure while we sleep.
A pointer, not a setter, yet
He's of no use unless he's set.
Gaze on his open, honest face,—
There's no deception in his case.
He is attached to us, 'tis plain,
Though often by a slender chain.