Death of a Hunter

A huntsman grapped his weapon
After eating loads of food
He hoped to kill a dear
For he was in the mood

Unluckily for him
T'was 9th of March
The night when animals all team up
To kick some human arse

He set into the forest
Holding in a stifle
There he met an angry deer
And in his hands, a rifle

It said

"Put down your arms mere human
Then start to beg"
This the hunter did
Mr Antlers took no mercy and shot him in the leg

The huntsman hobbled bleeding
To the nearest lake
The dear was following colse behind his wake