 Here we are, back again. Struwwelpeter, will tell you about. "The Man who went out Shooting
The
Story of the Man that went out
Shooting
This is the man that shoots the
hares;
This is the coat he always wears:
With game-bag, powder-horn, and
gun
He's going out to have some
fun.
The hare sits snug in leaves
and grass,
And laughs to see the green man
pass,
He finds it hard, without a pair
Of
spectacles, to shoot the
hare.
Now, as the sun grew very
hot,
And he a heavy gun had got,
He lay down
underneath a tree
And went to sleep, as you may see.
And, while he slept like any top,
The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,
Took gun and spectacles, and then
On her hind legs went off
again.
The green man
wakes and sees her
place
The spectacles upon her
face;
And now
she's trying all she can
To shoot the sleepy, green-coat
man.
He cries and screams and runs
away;
The hare runs after him all day
And hears him call out
everywhere:
"Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The
Hare!"
At last he stumbled at the
well,
Head over ears, and in he fell.
The hare stopped
short, took aim and, hark!
Bang went the gunshe missed her
mark!
The poor man's wife was drinking
up
Her coffee in her coffee-cup;
The gun
shot cup and saucer through;
"Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?"
There lived close by the cottage there
The hare's own child, the little
hare;
And while she stood upon her
toes,
The coffee fell and burned her nose.
"Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in
hand,
"Such fun I do not
understand."
 Oh dear I don't trim very well do I, oops.
I will have to move my scanner to
an easier
place to work with. It is so-o-o
squint! Posted 16:15
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