The Boar Hunt Poem by Martin Moore

On Huntington Down
we hunted them down
the gamekeepers son and I

Through old woods of oak
our backs were bent broke
the gamekeepers son and I

These wild boar can run
but we shall have fun
said the gamekeepers son to I

We came to a clearing
where the wild boar were veering
toward the gamekeepers son and I

We cornered the brood
which bid us conclude
the gamekeepers son and I

That we shall be winners
and we shall have dinner
the gamekeepers son and I

But the boar were opposed
to what we proposed
the gamekeepers son and I

contrived their escape
and left us agape
the gamekeepers son and I

My comrade was angry
saying we shall go hungry
and glowered insurient at I

But I being keener
spied his misdemeanor
for he was rotund and not I

I fled the old woods
and our friendship for good
the gamekeepers son and those swine.