The Killed Deer

By Hulda Fetzer

The deer in a woods a-bounding went;
The hunter a bullet quickly spent;
The deer fell dead,
And the hunter said,
“That bullet went straight as it was meant.”

There’s a lot in this if you’ll think it o’er,
And the more you think it, the more and more;
Had the bullet missed,
And behind it hissed,
The deer would be bounding as before.

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