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 shotgun exploded in my face, Even though, I had duct tape in place, And, just like last year, The explosion scared off the deer, Maybe, a new shotgun will draw me an ace.
My deer hunting rifle would not shoot, When I pulled the trigger it went "Toot! Toot!" So, I guess this year, I'll just drink beer, And, earn my title as an old coot.