In Honor of Little Hunters Everywhere

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

and make my daddy proud of me.