Branches whipping cross my fur
Through the forest ranging
Howl at moon to find the scent
To find what I am hunting

Hear some voices far away
This could be my dinner
Quickly race to where sound is
And see camp fire glimmering

Down on haunches quietly creep
Between the trees to peek there
Two fat humans, juicy sit
Tonight I will be feasting

Out I run and leap through air
When suddenly I see it
Both turn round with gun in hand
And silver bullets fly past me

Quick I dive and roll past them
Lucky to escape with life
Run with hell on my heels
Or I'd lose more than my dinner

When finally all was quiet around
And I could stop to rest
Glad I was that not much time
The sun would rise again