HIGHWAY HUNTER

(Marilyn Robertson)



Cho: Don't you cry, baby. Daddy'll be home soon

He's out on the road lookin' for a toad or

Part of a fresh raccoon

He'll make you a possum sandwich or maybe a rabbit snack

So don't you worry, baby, Daddy'll be right back



Now times are rough and you can't get enough,

Sometimes you're full of fear

Money and love and even stars above

Are gettin' dimmer every year.

But when it comes to eatin'

You'll always be in clover

Just head out for the highway.

And see what's been run over.



Now we never have to worry

Coz there's always a fresh supply

Of wild deer and frog and family dog

All running out on the highway to die,

No need to let them lie there,

Ground in by the wheels --

You can have a fur wrap and a feather cap

And a couple of good hot meals.



So let's all hear it for Detroit

Keep rolling out them cars.

We'll stock our shelves with moose and elk

And Siamese cat preserved in jars,

Pickled porcupine peppers,

Smoked chihuahua meat --

The more we build those highways,

The more we'll have to eat.



@food @kids

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