The Coward Won't Poach

that poacher wouldn’t push, he just wouldn’t push;
those deer wouldn’t move, they just wouldn’t do;
they ran through the woods, they screamed boys in the hood;
that poacher wouldn’t push, he just wouldn’t push.

the boy was too young, he was such a wuss;
that boy had a right, it wasn’t lost that night;
he just didn’t know, it just went to show;
them boys taught to poach, it made such a hoax.

the deer were so many, a man could eat plenty;
those deer were so pretty, they weren’t even dirty;
those deer were so magic, for now not even thirty;
its face was so tragic, ’cause now she sounds stagnent.

the fawn was so tender, but now no defender;
the shed was so sweet, with all of the poached meat;
those men were so few, but the last deer was blue;
the boy was so young, he was taught dumb.

The Coward Won't Poach

mrfitz

Fostoria, United States

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Poachers starve bad hunters, but bad hunters are concerned about being shot.

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