The Hunt

 

 

Creeping through tall trees

Cooled by a light breeze

Waiting there for us to seize,

We saw a fat sow.

 

Ev'ry hunter raised his spear.

Ev'ry hunter smelled the fear

Of the sow as we grew near.

The leader yelled, "Now!"

 

Through the thatch and through the brush,

Ev'ry hunter ran and rushed.

We stabbed the pig 'til her blood gushed,

And we had killed the sow.