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The Partridege And The Cartridge
Partridge red, how fine you fly;
Winging, gliding up on high.
We, down below as you sweep by,
Esteem the rapture to our eye.
Partridge red, how deft you try
To fill the heavens with your cry;
As you ride so fleet and spry
When for your covey fore you vie.
Partridge red, alert yet shy
I call and wait for your reply.
Alas, I close my eye and sigh
As someone shoots you from the sky.
Winging, gliding up on high.
We, down below as you sweep by,
Esteem the rapture to our eye.
Partridge red, how deft you try
To fill the heavens with your cry;
As you ride so fleet and spry
When for your covey fore you vie.
Partridge red, alert yet shy
I call and wait for your reply.
Alas, I close my eye and sigh
As someone shoots you from the sky.
Published 12th Jan 2022
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