In the woods there lived a boy,
With his musket, he'd find joy,
He'd hunt for fowling game,
And proudly bring it back to the hearth's flame.
His deerskin jacket kept him warm,
As he walked through the woods, unharmed,
He'd collect Nasump from the trees,
And quahog from the shores of the seas.
With his dog by his side,
He'd explore far and wide,
Through streams and fields he'd wander,
And come back home with tales to ponder.
The musket may be loud and strong,
But the boy knew right from wrong,
He'd only hunt what he would eat,
And never harm animals for sport or defeat.
For in the woods, he'd found a way,
To live in harmony every day,
With nature's beauty all around,
And joy in every sight and sound.
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