Текст песни The Hunting Song - Tom Lehrer

(Introduction, only on live album "Tom Lehrer revisited", spoken:)
Almost every day during the hunting season you see at least
One item in the newspapers about somebody who has shot somebody
Else, under the impression that he was a deer with a red hat
Perhaps, maybe a large flesh-colored squirrel. At any rate,
It seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend in the
Field of blood sports, and deserves a new type of hunting song
Which I present herewith:

I always will remember
'Twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer
On a mornin' bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

I was in no mood to trifle
I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey
What a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

The law was very firm, it
Took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason
Cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured

People ask me how I do it
And I say, "There's nothin' to it
You just stand there lookin' cute
And when something moves, you shoot!"
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a pure-bred Guernsey cow