“I will arise and go beyond the din
Of towns to where the endless woods begin,
There among tangled oaks and lowly ways
Of undergrowth to end my dreary days;
I will seek acorns, beech-nuts, hips and haws
And pluck them down with my prehensile paws;
While the grey rabbits, never shy with me,
From holes around my sandy-rooted tree
Come out to nibble in the gentle rain,—
A calmer life than that with Betsey-Jane.
Long is the way, but I will make a start,
A carrier shall take me in his cart.”