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O! To be that Canada Goose, and see through those geese eyes,
That patchwork carpet below arrayed,
All Nature’s vainglorious color displayed,
As I fly through blue-gray October skies.
Ah! To be that white-tailed deer,
Browsing ‘mongst the elms and pines,
Walking the tumbled-down rock fence lines,
As I bid the first snowflake “Appear!”.
Oh! To be that fox of the glen,
Who seeks all manner of food and forage,
To fatten his flanks with winter storage,
When drifting snows will surround my den.
Alas! To be that little boy,
Raking leaf piles, carving pumpkins,
Stuffing a scarecrow country bumpkin,
Awaiting Halloween with joy.