I was planning on using my cash earned from potatoes,
To fund my winter trip, to the Marvelous Barbados,
Of course, my potatoes this year,
Have been ate by the big, bad deer,
And, my arthritis won't let me pick any tomatoes.
I climbed up a tree to hunt deer with my bow,
A big buck I targeted and was good to go,
But, the tree where I sat,
Was the home of a bat,
I then panicked and shot off my big toe.
My garden was all full of rocks, But it grew the most beautiful big hollyhocks, Then along came a deer, Who ate without fear, Until I used a repellent of old dirty socks.
Macy is a white tailed deer,
She crosses traffic when it's clear,
She will wait for days,
She will look both ways,
That's why Macy is still here.
A deer named Macy eats in sweet corn fields,
She angers farmers as she reduces yields,
They all want her to pay,
She outwits them each day,
Her cunning is the one weapon she wields.
Two little deer sat on a hill in the woods,
They were watching over their delicious green goods,
There were gardens of beans below,
The deer salivated to go,
Waiting for the gardeners to go back to their hoods.