Alexa Laing-Moore
deer
deer
nice rack,
My feet fly across the snow,
Go go, honey, go.
‘Cause I know where to find you,
I always know where to seek you out.
No doubt, no doubt.
And there you are, in the clearing.
Here I am, swiftly nearing.
Hold your magnificent head high.
Hold your head high, ‘cause you’re the apple of my eye.
Run fast my dear, run fast.
The wolves won’t catch us tonight.
Run fast my love, run fast.
The hunters can’t shoot us tonight.
Oh my deer, never fear!


