The Elk's Tear
The Elk's Tear
One fine day,
He killed an elk,
Then went,
To put it on the shelf,
He saw a tear,
Fall from it's eye,
He cried,
Oh Good Lord,
What have i done?
I'm sorry,
I took away your fun,
And from that day on,
He never wore a gun.
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