He crows in the rushy fields through Summer from Spring
And mostly only when he feels threatened he takes to the wing
And only a short distance then he does fly
One not born to become a monarch of the sky
Nor will he ever become Nature's dad of the day
Since on raising the chicks he does father no part he does play
Still in the Fall of the year life for him not much fun
To survive he must outwit dog and it's owner with gun
To look at male pheasant is a pretty bird indeed
But to survive shooting Season luck on his side he does need
And that they need luck to live is not based on a lie
Since in the shooting Season many male pheasants do die
His former partner takes care of the chicks whilst he all the day
In the rank scrub is cucking from view hidden away
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