A Huntin' He Will Go
Cletus O'Toole by a suspicious game warden was approached,
To discuss the demise of a moose he was suspected of havin' poached.
Fer huntin' out of season and havin' no permit he was in a serious bind;
Fer this offense he could spend time in the hoosegow and be heavily fined!
He was thereby cuffed and taken post haste to the county jail,
To await his appearance before the judge sans the benefit of bail!
Before the bar of justice he claimed as his meager defense,
That his gun fired accidentally as he was crossin' a barbed wire fence!
The judge didn't buy it and he was heavily fined and sent to prison,
Fer slayin' a hapless moose (property of the State) that warn't his'n!
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2021
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