1
I was riding through the forest
With a rifle on my back
Like an unofficial soldier
Keen and ready to attack
When in fact I was a hunter
With an appetite for pork
To be roasted in the oven
And then decorate my fork
If it’s cooked up nice and slowly
There’s no need to use a knife
But of course gravy is handy
With the help of a good wife
That will serve new potatoes
And hot veggies on a plate
After thanking Mother Nature
For the boars you’ve shot of late
I prefer a horse for hunting in
the forest where I go
As it’s nice and economic like
the spuds I like to grow
Back in time a Russian hunter
gave me his old army hat
After which the “Red Hunter”
became my new name in fact
2
I was riding through the forest
As I mentioned once before
Looking like a Bolshevik
Sizing up a greedy boar
It took just a single bullet
Plus a second to make sure
As a wounded boar is likely
To declare a state of war
Well this boar was very kindly
It filled our freezer with meat
To accompany the potatoes
Grown by the silver beet
I’m no fan of wasting money
Stuff the super market chains
Roasted boar is such a honey
Served with vegies for the mains
I prefer a horse for hunting in
the forest where I go
As it’s nice and economic like the
spuds I like to grow
Back in time a Russian hunter
gave me his old army hat
After which the “Red Hunter”
became my new name in fact
The End
© Frankie Espirit
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