THE DRAGON HUNTER

I shot a dragon from the sky,

Shooting the dragon made my kid cry,

Then I made some dragon pie,

It burned my guts, thought I would die,

Rest I ate with mayo on rye.

WHERE THE CARIBOU GREW NOT

I went hunting for caribou to put in my stew,

But, where I lived no caribou grew,

Now, there are some black bear,

Some ducks, cougars and hare,

And, barn bats, green snakes, worms and shrew.

WHERE LAY THE BONES

Snow is coming, this I fear,

My right eye pees a single tear,

I have not stored enough ginger beer,

Nor, have I scored my needs in deer,

Methinks by spring my bones lay here.