Amos and Bambi

well, Amos got tired of picking up fares in his Harlem cab, and decided to take a break, maybe from the urban blues, he'd find a way to shake so he drove his cab to his favorite country spot, with his bow and arrow, rifle season, it was not he waited in patience for prey to come bag some venison so the meat he could with Andy, share some a tad bit cold, took a sip of rum to warm himself he wasn't dumb from out of the foliage came a deer cautious eyes, wide alert ear, Amos aimed and fired once oh dear!! I've missed!! oh deer, now I'm pissed!! oh dear deer, where'd you go? my deer.... arrow stuck in the dear deer's rear.... oh dear! oh deer!! Oh my God, just what I'd learned to fear... such crappy aim!! and I was so near... to wind up shooting up... the poor dear's deer rear!!