Hunter McGee

Hunter McGee went from tree to tree
when lost in the woodlands one day.
But when the elm trees and oaks would not talk,
Hunter put hunting away.

He found a path and started to laugh
when he saw a raccoon in gray.
Then when it scurried behind a big rock,
there were coon tracks in the clay.

Hunter soon saw a buck with a flaw,
strange antlers curled like Frito-Lay.
But when he thought he might once again stalk,
Hunter knew it wouldn’t pay.

Tree trunks and green were all that was seen
as McGee trudged onward one May.
Then like a donkey despising his walk,
he simply started to bray.

Beyond a hill he nurtured a thrill
when he saw the arm of a bay.
And when he noticed a little old dock,
he thought things might be okay.

Hunter McGee from forest was free
and from a rowboat cried, “Hooray!”
But when he espied a goose-honking flock,
Hunter just reached for a jay.


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Writer’s Cramp
May 8, 2013