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Said Hunter Harold to poor Deer Dan

'Run little elk, as fast as you can'

So Deer Dan ran, hustled and scrambled

Broke through the grass, the brush, and the brambles.



And Hunter Harold chased poor Deer Dan

Buckshot-loaded beast of a gun in hand

Following swiftly the trail of Dan's desperate crashing

Intent on becoming the cause of little buck's perishing



Said Deer Dan to poor Hunter Harold

'Poor mean man, you're now in terrible peril'

So blindly had Harold pursued his quarry

That now he was left lost, beyond known foray



So beneath the silent mocking gaze of laughing trees

Lie the forgotten bones of Hunter Harold, alone in the breeze