The Story Of The Man That Went Out Shooting

This is the man that shoots the hares;     This is the coat he always wears:     With game-bag, powder-horn, and gun     He's going out to have some fun.     He finds it hard, without a pair     Of spectacles, to shoot the hare.     The hare sits snug in leaves and grass,     And laughs to see the green man pass.     Now, as the sun grew very hot,     And he a heavy gun had got,     He lay down underneath a tree     And went to sleep, as you may see.     And, while he slept like any top,     The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,     Took gun and spectacles, and then     On her hind legs went off again.     The green man wakes and sees her place     The spectacles upon her face;     And now she's trying all she can     To shoot the sleepy, green-coat man.     He cries and screams and runs away;     The hare runs after him all day     And hears him call out everywhere:     "Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!"     At last he stumbled at the well,     Head over ears, and in he fell.     The hare stopped short, took aim and, hark!     Bang went the gun--she missed her mark!     The poor man's wife was drinking up     Her coffee in her coffee-cup;     The gun shot cup and saucer through;     "Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?"     There lived close by the cottage there     The hare's own child, the little hare;     And while she stood upon her toes,     The coffee fell and burned her nose.     "Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in hand,     "Such fun I do not understand."