The Twelve Days of Hunting

It's that time of year again on the SD plains, and in honor of this pheasant hunting season, I've written a little ditty for my husband and his happy band of gun-toting comrades. Sing along, friends!


On the first day of hunting, my true love said to me, "I'm going to get a rooster, or three!"

On the second day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Get in the truck, because I'm going to get a rooster, or three!"

On the third day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Three fat hens? Back in the truck; those are SO not the roosters for me."

On the fourth day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Rally up the dogs, leave those hens, back in the truck, because I'm going to get a rooster, or three!"

On the fifth day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Fiiiiive golden ring-necks!! Rally up the dogs, leave those hens, back in the truck, because we're going to get our rooster, or three!"

On the sixth day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Noon? Guns a-roarin' (at) fiiiiiive golden ring-necks!! Rally up the dogs, leave those hens, back in the truck, because we're going to get a rooster, or three!"

 
On the seventh day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Pack up the shells. Noon? Guns a-roarin' (at) fiiiiiive golden ring-necks!! Rally up the dogs, leave those hens, back in the truck, because we're going to get a rooster, or three!"

On the eighth day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Toss on your blaze, pack up the shells. Noon? Guns a-roarin' (at) fiiiiiive golden ring-necks!! Rally up the dogs, leave those hens, back in the truck, because we're going to get a rooster, or three!"

 On the ninth day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Run that tree line down, hon, toss on your blaze, pack up the shells. Noon? Guns a-roarin' (at) fiiiiiive golden ring-necks!! Rally up the dogs, leave those hens, back in the truck, because we're going to get a rooster, or three!"

On the tenth day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Grouse are a-leaping. Run that tree line down, hon, toss on your blaze, pack up the shells. Noon? Guns a-roarin' (at) fiiiiiive golden ring-necks!! Rally up the dogs, leave those hens, back in the truck, because we're going to get a rooster, or three!"

On the eleventh day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Duck!! Newbies shooting At grouse a-leaping! Run that tree line down, hon, toss on your blaze, pack up the shells. Noon? Guns a-roarin' (at) fiiiiiive golden ring-necks!! Rally up the dogs, leave those hens, back in the truck, because we're going to get a rooster, or three!"

On the twelfth day of hunting, my true love said to me, "Who's gonna clean these? Duck!! Newbies shooting At grouse a-leaping! Run that tree line down, hon, toss on your blaze, pack up the shells. Noon? Guns a-roarin' (at) fiiiiiive golden ring-necks!! Rally up the dogs, leave those hens, back in the truck,

                           because WE FINALLY GOT OUR ROOSTERS, BA-BY!"

 Happy, safe hunting season, everyone. See you at the Saturday Night Smoker!