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While I was still in elementary school
I discovered Daddy's tools
And amassed a small pile, of scrap lumber
And I built a rabbit box
And I set it facing north
But I caught a possum and a kitten
Both of which were a bitch to set free
'Cause I thought they were going to bite me
But we all three escaped safely

Well once I took my single shotgun
Put on my camouflage
Hid in the neighbor's pasture
By the little cow pond
And finally after a long time
Bunch of doves flew by
Landed in a huddle on the power line
So I aimеd with an eagle's eyе and fired but it was
Two pigeons that fell like bean bags into the weeds
Well, they sure looked like doves to me

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