I went out hunting bear, The bear went out hunting me, I dropped my gun and went on the run, But the bear beat me to my RV, I went out hunting deer, I shot at an enormous buck, I missed and hit a little doe, My fine could have bought truck, I went out hunting turkeys, But I did not see a one, I accidentally shot my neighbors goose,
Celine looked out the window at cars, While dreaming of moving to mars, But, mars is all gravel and rocks, With sundial tic-tocs, And, all there dream of moving to stars.
Chickens don't go to heaven when they die, Sometimes they are roasted but, most often they fry, Though cleaning chickens may sicken, Fried outsides are finger-lickin' And, the innards make a tasty pot pie.
In winter out in Michigan's deep pine woods,
I've lived mostly on canned beans and a lot of dry goods,
I've lived in just shacks and old trailers,
With secondhand shops for tailors,
And, ate deserts of dried berries and puds.
The full moon brings September woe,
We will be soon consumed by rain then snow,
The snow won't go away,
Until April it will stay,🏂
Winter misery is all that we'll know.⛄⛄⛄
A hammerhead shark was spotted today, They are seldom seen out in Grand Traverse Bay, But, this shark was at ease, Riding around on jet skis, And, he only scared seagulls away.
Jenny went out alone to see the moon, It was full and round like a big balloon, But, she forgot to beware, For the werewolves were there, Now, Jenny sings an angelic tune. Jenny found monsters, Under the full moon, They weren't there for play, They weren't there to spoon, They ate her that night, Many locals will say, Beneath the moon big and bright, Until the break of the day, The werewolves scarfed down Jenny's bones, Then, filled the night with werewolf tones, No trace of Jenny was amongst the stones, Except, for her purse and two broken cell phones.