Dear Deer

Dear Deer
I am writing you a letter
In the hopes that you’ll learn better
Not to go in the woods in Pennsylvania
Cause my dad’s in a tree waiting to kill ya
Just be warned
Some say
Dreaming till tomorrow
That I’ll wash away your sorrow
But I’m telling you to not sleep with your eyes closed
If you do you’ll end up sitting in a pot roast
It’s not fair
Some say Pennsylvania’s sunny
I prefer to say it’s gunny
Okay, maybe that’s not funny
But either way it’s way too punny
I know
Okay
Dear deer
New Jersey just might suit you
Because there they cannot shoot you
But the exit signs and turnpikes are just not fun
But better than a man holding a shotgun
Don’t you think?
I’m just writing to remind you
That an orange man will find you
Sneak up right behind you
Seal the fate that’s been assigned to you
Just know
That your population’s shrinking
And the Pennsylvania thinking is just backward
And 'll leave you cold and mounted on a placard
It’s not fair
Deer I hope that you can hear me
Cause I think of you so «deer-ly»
So I’ll write each sentence clearly
And I’ll sign it with sincerely
Kate!