The field is full of pheasants
All running around
There’s the runners and
The males and females
Abound in the long dry grass

I try to take a picture
But no, alas, they have class,
They’re hiding in the long dry grass
No pictures to be had
somehow it made me sad

It was a rare old sight
End of the day
Coming night
No gun just a camera
They probably thought I’d shoot

It really was a hoot!