The Beaver that Got Away

by C. Yer Peach

I hunt squirrel and I hunt deer

I've bagged ten roosters in a year

I hunt goat and I hunt pig

I'd hunt Rosie if she weren't so big

I hunt oxen and I hunt cow

If I spot a turtle, my gun goes POW

I've hunted rabbits in a carrot patch

I beat bigfoot in a wrestling match

I hunt doe and I hunt stag

But there's one thing I can't bag

It's small and furry and I hate to say

It's the beaver that got away

I've searched high and I've searched low

I've searched the pants of a two-bit ho

That pesky beaver eludes me yet

But I'll bag it someday you can bet

I'll ram my barrell down it's throat

And unleash hell until it chokes