The Joys Of Turkey Hunting 

The sport of the turkey hunt, is lots of fun
Sit in the bush, with your trusty gun
But first you must go, to turkey school
Prove to the lands and forest, you are no fool

So off we go my friend and I, to this turkey class
We sit all day, get a sore back and flat ass
If we fail this turkey class, I say with a frown
We surely, will never live it down

Well we aced the class, both my friend and I
So it's off to the hunt, we go on the fly
We can't be seen, for we are in a turkey blind
The turkey class yes, fresh on our mind

I grabbed the turkey call, lets give it a try
I'm telling you, this is no lie
An answer from a big old gobbler, right then
Soon I see, a nice big turkey hen

But in this spring hunt,
it's the gobbler we are after
I call again,
It's the gobbler l want to see, yes a little faster
To my surprise here he comes, in the far bush line
Turkey on my plate, is now on my mind

Well in this hunt, the turkey language
you must learn, of this there is no doubt
For I called him once again,
lets try to coax him out

Well there language I did not learn
For he didn't call back and it was his turn
I guess I must have told him to piss off
For that's what he did, for quickly he got lost

Yes he was soon gone from my eyes
With not even a wave goodbye
I guess in this turkey school,
if I am in the head of the class
Then I'm for sure a certified turkey,
or maybe just a turkeys ass  

By
Ray Hamilton
Better known as
{ Not a poet and I know it! }
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