GINGERLY walked
the hare,
But the pheasant was
caught in the snare.
At the beginning of my life
All was still
quiet ;
In my latter days
I have met
these hundred woes
Would that I might sleep
and never stir !
Gingerly walked
the hare ;
But the pheasant got caught
in the trap.
At the beginning
of my life
These times were not yet troublous,
In my latter
days
I have met these
hundred griefs.
Would that I might sleep
and wake no
more ! 
Gingerly walked the hare ;
But the pheasant got caught in the
net.
At the beginning
of my life
The times were
still good.
In my latter days,
I have met these hundred calamities,
Would that I might sleep
and hear no
more ! 
Dedicated to Tom and Angelica Clark and to all my
hare, rabbit and deer friends.
