What is a perfect escape from our worries?
I know but one
To hunt grouse with a son
And one or two bird dogs you share
You do not have to bag birds
You only need to go forth together
Where grouse live and enjoy the prospect
Watch your dogs search ahead
Their tails whipping with joy
You and your son huffing on the climbs
The prospect of a point and a flush
Occupying your minds
Yes this is my answer to worry
For one cannot watch a bird dog work
And at the same time worry
And if you do not abide
Where grouse hide
You can achieve the same end after quail