Hunting with Daddy

Hunting with Daddy

Daddy told me that when I turn nine
He will take me hunting all of the time
We will dress up to hide ourselves
And spray ourselves to hide our smells
I'll smell like the woods and look like a tree
And no matter how hard, the deer won't see me
Daddy and me, we'll talk and we'll walk
And the sun in the sky will be our big clock
He said he'll show me about the shot gun
So I know with Daddy I'll have sooo much fun
I don't know if we'll bag us a deer
But I don't care with Daddy so near
Just me and my Daddy alone on the land
Walking together, my hand in his hand!

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