She is a deer hunter, she knows how it's done,
she kills for the meat and not for the fun,
she sits on her stand completely at ease,
waiting for the buck she can bring to his knees,
her aim it is deadly, she seldom misses,
she hits with her bullets, like she does with her kisses,
the clearing is silent, not a sound can be heard,
not even a cricket or even a bird,
she hears some steps coming, then she hears a snort,
up steps a young doe, and a spike that's too short,
soon she hears some snorting, some grunts and a groan,
and she knows that soon she'll be heading for home,
her breathing is steady and her nerves are too,
and she has her rifle, her Gramp's old .32,
then she spies him coming out from the brush,
everything stops and comes to a hush,
she sees his side view, but his head is not seen,
she is so patient this deer hunting queen,
then she sees him and his royal stance,
his rack is so huge she sees at first glance,
she takes a bead on his regal head,
pulls on the trigger and sends out some lead,
her aim is deadly, her aim is true,
now there is some venison for me and for you,
a big trophy buck looks nice on the wall,
but a nice young 4 point is the tastiest of all,
she is happy that her hunting is done,
she hunts for the meat and not for the fun.
