Huntin’ With The Pack
Senses are sharp as a tack
Got the scent, starting to track
You can run, but you ain’t coming back
‘Cause tonight I’m huntin’ with the pack
Yapping, causes nerves to crack
There is no need to talk any smack
We trackin’ down us a little snack
‘Cause tonight I’m huntin’ with the pack
Wiley, we just have a knack
Surrounding our pray, just like you, Jack
Way down low or top of the stack
‘Cause tonight I’m huntin’ with the pack
On the pond a duck goes quack
Running away, well that’s just whack
Try to outwit our coyote hack
‘Cause tonight I’m huntin’ with the pack
The night, is now dark and black
Come daylight we’ll all hit the sack
Come on y’all, pick up the slack
‘Cause tonight I’m huntin’ with the pack
- Author: MDStone ( Offline)
- Published: June 5th, 2024 20:50
- Category: Unclassified
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