A well-camouflaged container on Partridge Point near Alpena, MI (The name "Alpena" comes from an old Indian word for "land of good partridge." The partridge discussed here is not one of the good ones, however.)

Once while I was caching, hiking, while I wandered to my liking,
Searching many a stump and curious rock pile covered there with mold,
Stepping past a picker, but then suddenly there came a snicker.
Then it came again but quicker, laughing like a joke was told
"Just my mind," it must be only, cackling like a joke was told
Nothing else would be so bold.
A cache I found then with no trouble, hiding there behind the rubble,
No, not buried, never, so the geocaching guidelines say
(Law and order not withstanding), it was sitting on a landing.
Did my caching business standing and then started toward the car.
Started feeling rather sickly as it struck me just how far
I must hike back to the car.
Then I started walking, hoping that I knew where I was going
And I walked and walked and walked until I should have found my way.
Persisted in my searching then looked up to see a partridge perching,
And his chuckle sent me lurching - his eyes glued to me like tar.
Laughter suddenly erupted from its beak, "Hee hee, har har!
You forgot to mark your car!"
My eyes beheld my handheld, then I shouted, raved and yelled. Yelled!
New technology that cost us billions, useless to me now.
And the partridge still is perching, follows me as I am searching
And it laughs and laughs and calls its friends who come from near and far.
And the squirrels all are singing, "In your search to find a jar,
You forgot to mark your car!"
And the partridge still is mocking, pointing, laughing while I'm walking.
In the woods and paths and clearings there are crowds who stalk me now.
If you find the partridge hiding, you must ask where I'm abiding.
Come and find me! But for now I'll eat my last granola bar.
And the rabbits now are taunting: (yes, it's really quite bizarre)
"You forgot to mark your car!"
Bad partridge!