The Chase
Bright and early in the morning,
Certain seasons of the year,
The hunter feels temptation,
To chase the timid deer.
With his rifle and his knife,
He searches constantly,
Every hoping, ever dreaming,
Just one deer to see.
Though he may come home at night,
At a not-so-hurried pace,
He is ready in the morning,
To begin anew the chase.
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