IN THE WILDS THERE’S A DEAD DEER

In the wilds there’s a dead deer

all wrapped in bleached reeds,

and there’s a girl feeling spring

as her fair love brings her on.

In the woods there’s thicket oak,

in the wilds there’s a dead deer

tangled tight in bleached reeds,

and there’s a girl, skin like jade.

Slowly—oh yes, slip it off slowly,

my skirt, oh yes, don’t muss it,

and don’t start that dog barking.