Go Get The Goodly Squab

Go get the goodly squab in gold-lobed corn

And pluck the droll-flecked quail where thick they lie;

Reap the round blue pigeon from roof ridge,

But let the fast-feathered eagle fly.

Let the fast-feathered eagle fly

And the skies crack through with thunder;

Hide, hide, in the deep nest

Lest the lightning strike you to cinder.

Go snare the sleeping bear in leaf-lined den

And trap the muskrat napping in slack sun;

Dupe the dull sow lounging snout in mud,

But let the galloping antelope run.

Let the galloping antelope run

And the snow blow up behind;

Hide, hide, in the safe cave

Lest the blizzard drive you blind.

Go cull the purple snails from slothful shells

And bait the drowsing trout by the brook's brim;

Gather idle oysters from green shoals,

But let the quicksilver mackerel swim.

Let the quicksilver mackerel swim

Where the black wave topples down;

Hide, hide, in the warm port

Lest the water drag you to drown.