the deer are lying low,
we’ll get one yet,
oh, you can bet,
a-hunting we will go.
We’ll stand and wait and watch,
Doug wants one for the pot.
We’ll wait and see,
behind this tree,
Perhaps we’ll get a shot!
Saw one yesterday,
a bit too far away.
It was best not
to chance a shot,
no antlers anyway!
Up at 4,
a cup, then more
to boost me on my way,
to shoot today the fatal shot
it’s as likely as it’s not!
Hope springs eternal
oh, don’t you see?
I hope to see him
before he sees me.
Just got married to this tree!
(Douglas Wright lives over Head Tide Hill in Whitefield. He welcomes feedback at douglas.wright22@yahoo.com.)
