Little Hunter
-Joy S. Barefoot
I’m just a little boy;
I don’t stand very high
but when I’m all grown up
like daddy, I’m gonna try
to kill that big old buck
that goes walking in the woods;
gonna get a big fat turkey, too.
I know it will taste good.
Then, I can take the antlers
from the big old buck I shot
and hang ‘em by the chimney;
they’ll be proud of me, a lot!
Feathers from that tukey’s tail,
I’ll carry ‘em and hold ‘em.
I’ll pull ‘em out and show ‘em;
prove I shot it, like I told ‘em.
I know
I’m just a little boy
and I can’t tote a gun
but every day I’m growing.
Mama says “You’re growing, son.”
So, when I’m all grown up
and big, just like my daddy,
I’ll go hunt that big old buck
