Spotted Deer With a Bit of Flash

Spotted deer with a bit of flash We see him, his antlers all tall and brash. I try to make an assumption, but do not want to be rash. I have a feeling a rich relative has left him a bit of cash. The spotted deer takes off with a flipped tail and dash. I crunch up my Wheaties with a wicked spoon smash. From the bonfire there is one last ash. As soon as it is drowned, I take off with my cousin Nash.