Sunday Poem - I Saw A Jolly Hunter by Charles Causley

I Saw A Jolly Hunter

I saw a jolly hunter 

With a jolly gun 
Walking in the country 
In the jolly sun. 

In the jolly meadow 
Sat a jolly hare. 
Saw the jolly hunter. 
Took jolly care. 

Hunter jolly eager- 
Sight of jolly prey. 
Forgot gun pointing 
Wrong jolly way. 

Jolly hunter jolly head 
Over heels gone. 
Jolly old safety catch 
Not jolly on. 

Bang went the jolly gun. 
Hunter jolly dead. 
Jolly hare got clean away. 
Jolly good, I said.

By Charles Causley

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