Just as dark rolls back and the sun rises nigh And dawns light can be seen in the eastern sky. From his forest home comes carefully and shy The deer with his headdress held proudly so high.
His keen, bright eyes look sharply and true For danger learks but that's nothing new For the experience he has his rack does shew Ten terminating ends that his antlers do
He steps forth, onto the grassy clearing Sensing no threat that he need bewaring He continues farther out, more bold and daring Making sure the grass is safe before sharing
And just as he is about to feed On tender grass his most favorite indeed It hits his side and he starts to bleed For it has pierced him causing dire need
Unable run, to the ground he does fall He coughs on his blood, losing it all And in the distance, hears a cheerful call "Hooray! I got him!" From a tree so tall
What remained unknown to the wise, old buck The threat in a tree, such bad luck Waiting to tie a deer to the top of his truck A hunter, by who's bullet, the deer was struck.
Please don't think that I am against hunting It's just the facts of life that I am confronting Because you'll see me here quietly munching On a deer steak I fried and am now lunching!