The elk faraway, in distant fright.
The camo, the scent, were just right.
I call unto them, until ‘twas dark night.
Then I leave with my light.
Walking, walking with strong might.
Morn is here and night be gone.
Eat my breakfast, being my only one.
Hop in a truck, without anyone.
Pop! it goes my back right ti’e.
Hitch hikin’, hitch hikin’ all by my lone.
Thank thee dear Lord,
For these are your word’.
To sing us a mighty chord.
So we might know you are the Lord.
Thanks, thanks, we may ne’er be bored.
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