Johnny Ringneck was a pheasant, He was hunted by a peasant, Johnny dodged bird shot, Which he did quite a lot, But, Johnny lost some feathers in his crescent.
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.