Twas the Night Before Deer Hunting

'Twas the night before deer hunting, when all through the camp,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a bug on the lamp.

The guns were all cleaned and put in their cases,

Awaiting being loaded and fired at 100 paces.

The hunters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of 10-point bucks danced in their heads.

One hunter in his long johns, and one in a baseballcap,

Had settled thier brains for a short winter's nap

When out on the trail there arose such a clatter,

They sprang from bed to see what was the matter.

Hurrying to the window to see what the clatter was about,

Was seen an old green pickup truck with nine hunters, no doubt.

With a fat little driver all dressed in orange from his head to toe,

It as known in an instant it must be Uncle Joe.

More rapid than eagles, the hunters they came,

And he slammed on the brakes and called them by name.

"Now Tom! Now Junior! Now Darin and Greg!

Come Rick! Come Chuck! Come Zachary and Craig!

Get in the camp and jump on the beds,

Wake up all the sleepy heads!"

They spoke many words and went straight to their work,

And when all the hunters were up, they turned with a jerk.

Putting thier hands upon thier guns,

They dashed to the door in a very quick run.

They sprang to the truck, the team was given a whistle,

And off they went like a shot of a missile.

It was soon heard, as they zoomed away in the truck,

"Happy Hunting to all, and may you get the biggest buck!"