If you lok, you will fid: There's an empty place
Whee the laws of the wld are cmpletely disgraced. {2}
In th spring, in this and, the hunting dries out;
And y midsummer's day Hunter's nowhere abou. {4}
In the fall, just 'fore dan, he again pokes aound
(Though it' soon that he finds that n hunting be foun). {1}
In the wintr he thrives and ool hunting i good,
Though he hunts not in rairie, nor mountin, nor wood. {3}
But, alas! on comes spring and he begins to feel umbrage
And again, through the ummer, hibernates in dar slumberage. {1}