(dedicated to Bob Hagert, who first told me this exciting tale)
So I labeled my stock: C-O-W,
It worked real good. (I thought it would!)
It's no surprise when city guys
Go out to do their huntin'
To find a calf, a goat, or dog
The victim of their stuntin'.
G-O-T . . . E, and D-O-G;
And I had to spell out "horse", of course,
For them hunters all to see.
'Cause it were plain there warn't much brain
Down under them fancy lids.
Why, I even painted K-I-D
On the backs of all our kids!
Didn't lose one bull nor steer --
But I realized they'd pulverized
My rusty old John DEERe!
© Buckshot Dot 1999
"Huntin' Season" by Dee Strickland Johnson © September, 1999
