Ugh, What a hash;
Let’s clean like a mean machine;
Tidy up the house.
We’re done, that wasn’t so vile.

Snatch my jacket.
Gun is ready, bullets in my pocket;
Go for my bibs.
Going to head for the door;

Leap in the truck,
All cozy and warm inside;
Sneak to my stand;
Now, Climb the flimsy ladder;

Load my 30-30;
Instantly, I am soundless;
In my pocket;
Delicious trail mix to eat;

Out of nowhere;
A bulky buck comes along;
Walks in my sights;
And slowly I pull the trigger;

Boom echoes loudly;
Immediately it falls down;
An eight pointer!
Dad gets to go gut my deer.