For Fish and 

 Game 



By Edgar A. Guest 



J^OR fish (Did birds I make this plea. 

 May they be here long after me. 

 May those who follow hear the call 

 Of old Bobwhite in spinng and fall; 

 And may they share the joy that's mine 

 When there's a trout tipon the line. 

 I found the world a wondrous place, 

 A cold tvind blowing in my face 

 Has brought the wild ducks in from sea. 

 God grant the day shall never be 

 When youth upon November's shore 

 Shall see the mallards come no more! 

 I found the world a garden spot, 

 God grant the desolating shot 

 And barbed hook shall not destroy 

 Some future generations' ioy! 

 Too barren were the earth for words 

 If gone were all the fish and birds. 

 Fancy an age that sees no more 

 I'y The mallards winging iti to .^horc. 



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Fancy a youth with all its dreams 



That finds no fish within the streams. 



Our world with life is wondrous fair, ' 



God grant we do not stri/) it ban! V " 



