Hiding from the Deer with Fred

I am hiding with my bestie Fred The deer are near the deer, the deer They are carnivores and cannibals If they we were here, there would be much to fear Fred is screaming and it is clear The deer are here, the deer are here They will eat us off the vine they will Gone already are Jack and Jill Hold up! Things might be looking great! The farmer’s wife is putting us on a dinner plate. Wash those tomatoes! Her bossy husband calls. Fred does a dive, landing on one of their grandson’s balls. Is it still good? The farmer yells to his wife. “So far so good!” I yell out No longer full of fear or strife.