“Captain Crunch”
All day long including lunch
I love to feast on Captain Crunch
Drench him with some whole white milk
Eat him up and feel the guilt
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch we hear him yell
Making our teeth go straight to hell
He always has a peaceful death
But gets revenge within your breath




“The Morning Hunt”
I wake up and roll out of bed
Thinking of what will be dead
Slowly I lace my cold boots
Thinking of my hunting roots
All the bucks are in the rut
Scraping the trees after dusk
They prance and jump through the meadow
Until they catch a glimpse of shadow
After that they start to run
While I begin to fire my gun
I drop him dead right on the spot
Seven o’clock right on the dot
A trophy buck I must confess
Shot perfectly right through the chest