Oh give me a pot..An' your old huntin' gun........
And I'll stay away all the year long!
For I love those old woods, where the pickings are few!
And pine needle soup is our fare...
Verse:
Home, home in the woods....
Where the ticks and mosquito's feed!!!
Where seldom is found a flat bedding ground...
And the lake is our bathtub and sink!
P.S. >Sing this to the tune of Home, Home on the Range :p
2 comments:
Did you write this version of HOME, HOME ON THE RANGE? Pretty neato.
That's good! haha I like it! =)
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