Coon Hunting

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Coon Hunting

Canadians oft by light of moon

Love to go a hunting coon,

But this our tale it is no yarn,

While chopping down tree Henry Karn

Found therein a hollow chamber

Full of coons who there did clamber,

It made them a home superior,

Warm and snug in the interior.

And he did count therein eleven

Who long had found it a safe haven,

But it is sad to read their fate,

For out of them he slaughtered eight.

But trouble to him now occurs

What shall he do with those fine furs,

Shall he grand overcoat display

Or make them into robe for sleigh.