The Ruffed Grouse ly 
From the glens below Chocorua 
Comes the sound of log-cocks drumming. 
In the poplar groves of Paugus 
Every downy beats his answer, 
In the orchard and the birch wood 
Joyous titmice plan their dwellings, 
In the pine wood by the lake shore 
Bustles back and forth the nuthatch. 
Then it is the stately partridge 
Spreads his ruff and mounts his rostrum. 
Gazes proudly round the thicket, 
Sounds his strange and muffled signal. 
First with slow and heavy measure. 
Then like eager, hurried heart-beats, 
Ending in a nervous flutter 
Faster than the ear can reckon. 
Midway in the May-month season. 
From her haughty, strutting master 
To the silence of the pine wood 
Steals the happy partridge mother. 
Under cloak of yew and moose-wood, 
