A Stag Dinner

I love Sir Kenelm's old remark, it is an allegory:
So hasten, jolly hunting men, and chafe the flying quarry!

Lo, in the wildwoods of the mind there's royal game for venery,
And sport more brave than gathering eggs dropped for you in a hennery.

So ride the bramble-thickets through, with loud hulloa and cry,
And you shall have the steaming heart and bake a Humble Pie!
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