12 Days of Hunting

Dalton Fowler

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On the first day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

One sore bum.

 

On the second day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.

 

On the third day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Three rainy hours,

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.

 

On the fourth day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Four leaves a falling,

Three rainy hours,

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.

 

On the fifth day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Five squirrels scurrying,

Four leaves a falling,

Three rainy hours,

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.

 

On the sixth day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Six turkeys coming,

Five squirrels scurrying,

Four leaves a failing,

Three rainy hours,

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.

 

On the seventh day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Seven arrows flying,

Six turkeys coming,

Five squirrels scurrying,

Four leaves a falling,

Three rainy hours,

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.

 

On the eighth day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Eight deer still running,

Seven arrows flying,

Six turkeys coming,

Five squirrels scurrying,

Four leaves a falling,

Three rainy hours,

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.

 

On the ninth day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Nine flying geese,

Eight deer still running,

Seven arrows flying,

Six turkeys coming,

Five squirrels scurrying,

Four leaves a falling,

Three rainy hours,

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.

 

On the tenth day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Ten acorns crashing,

Nine flying geese,

Eight deer still running,

Seven arrows flying,

Six turkeys coming,

Five squirrels scurrying,

Four leaves a falling,

Three rainy hours,

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.

 

On the eleventh day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Eleven guns a firing,

Ten acorns crashing,

Nine flying geese,

Eight deer still running,

Seven arrows flying,

Six turkeys coming,

Five squirrels scurrying,

Four leaves a falling,

Three rainy hours,

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.

 

On the twelfth day of Hunting

The season gave to me:

Twelve point buck,

Eleven guns a firing,

Ten acorns crashing,

Nine flying geese,

Eight deer still running,

Seven arrows flying,

Six turkeys coming,

Five squirrels scurrying,

Four leaves a falling,

Three rainy hours,

Two doe running,

And one sore bum.