- Along the mountain came the hunter,
- gunning for ole Lyle.
- He had his gun loaded and was so intent
- on acquiring a new winter coat.
- That as he walked along the path,
- he hummed a song in his throat and smiled.
- Ole lyle, he heard the hunter a mile away,
- and thought to himself, "That hunter seems pretty gay."
- "I Think I'll creep up behind him, and make his day."
- The Hunter, he was intent, on getting himself a winter coat.
- He walked through the woods, for hours and hours
- Through pine needle filled galleys, and leafy Bowers,
- The aspens swayed as he heard a sound,
- and then he turned around.
- Ole lyle, he'd heard the hunter a mile away,
- and that poor hunter, never had a chance.
- And as the fall progressed he danced around,
- in his newly tanned suede coat.
Thoughts on politics, economics, life and creative works from the author including poetry
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