Oh, the birds you will chase, through the swamp, through the muck,
With a bow in your hand and a bit of good luck!
They wobble, they gobble, they flap through the air,
But catching them, friend, takes much more than a stare!
You’ll need some toads—oh, quite a few,
With bloated bellies, green and blue!
Set them down, don’t make a peep,
Then wait and watch—here comes a leap!
A feathery feast, but first, take aim,
One shot, two shots—what’s their name?
Not chicken, not turkey, not duck, nor crow,
Yet hats they will earn for the chomps in a row!
So tell me, dear hunter, if you are quite keen,
What bird do you seek in the swamp so green?