The moon is up.
It’s getting late.
Let’s get ready to celebrate.
It’s opening day!!
Pull on the long underwear.
Put on the camo.
Get yourself set to shoot some ammo-
It’s opening day!
Now, some are sleeping
And some are dreaming.
Some are fussing
And some are freezing.
Some are snoring.
Some are not.
But you both wish
to give a shout.
It’s opening day!
Ooooo yes, its rifle season!
Some like a bow
And some like a gun.
Some would rather
You’d use none.
They might use an arrow,
Or a bullet that flies.
But it don’t matter
As long as the deer dies.
It’s opening day!
Deer to the left.
Deer to the right.
(Doe, doe, buck, BOOM!)
Everybody’s eatin’ vension tonight!
(Doe, doe, buck, BOOM!)
Now all around the woods
In one big line,
Totin’ our gun and
Lookin’ so fine.
It’s opening day!
Hop into bed.
Turn out the light.
You can dream you got
That buck tonight.
It’s opening day!!
(Hush, hush)
It’s rifle season!!
(you wake this baby and I’ll….)
It’s opening day!
(shhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Good night.
Better luck next time.
Poem created by one tired mommy in the writing style of Sandra Boynton and her book "Pajama Time". Today was Blase's first and last U.P. Opening Day. It's a "state holiday" in these necka da woods. No deer today. I suppose the neighbors got them all.
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