Now he is frozen on the water-slide,
But here's the thing,
Will he thaw out in the spring?
Or, maybe right now I should bring him inside?
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As deer hunting season begins,
The deer have all of the wins,
My riffle corroded,
And, with the first shot exploded,
Now, I'm paying for my hunting sins.
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