I have big antlers on my head,
They go from ear to ear,
And every time I go to bed,
I know that I'm a deer.
You may have seen me in the woods,
In summer, spring or fall,
But probably you've seen me the best,
When my head's stuck on a wall.
A lot of hunters think its fun,
To chase us too and fro,
Don't they know we're just some bucks,
In it for the doe.
So if you hear a gun's report,
In a primal forest's splendor,
One of us is
Tied to some one's fender.
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