human
Can you continue this poem for me?
  W. BELCH'S _British Sports_.
Scenes from Nature
Nursery Calculations, or a Peep into Numbers.
_PLAIN & COLOURED LOTTERIES, very great Variety._
BRITISH SPORTS, for the Amusement of CHILDREN
See the Fowler takes his aim,
To bring down the feather'd game;
September Season is the time,
When these birds are in full prime.
How happy & frisky the Rabbits appear,
Prancing & skipping without any fear;
But alas, their enjoyment is like to be short,
By the aim of a Gunner who seeks them for sport.
Baited by Dogs, the Badger dies,
A cruel sport it thus supplies,
The Skin is by the Furriers bought,
And thus for gain & pleasure sought.
Goaded with Spurs they seem to fly,
Like lightning to the human eye,
Stretch out their necks to gain the post,
While thousands on the course are lost.
The timid Stag with eager bounds,
Strives to escape pursuing Hounds;
In vain he flies he's doom'd to die,
Whilst shouts of Huntsmen rend the Sky.
They beat the Bush to find a Hare,
And thus for a long chace prepare;
Poor gentle Puss thy fate is hard,
And it with pity I regard.
assistant
Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
  The Fox is Reynard sly and cunning,
Often with our Poultry running;
To hunt him yields a manly sport,
And numbers to the chace resort.
Angling will oft our patience try,
Ere we a dish of Fish supply;
Yet many love the rural sport,
And to the Brook or Lake resort.
Christ's Sermon on the Mount
Nathan's Parable
Jeptha's Rash Vow
Pope's Prayer
Pilgrim's Progress
Lord's Prayer
Naaman cured of his Leprosy
Queen Sheba's Visit to King Solomon
Noah's Ark
Daniel in the Lion's Den
Beggar's Petition
God save the King
_With additional new ones annually._