Time To Be Game

There’s a time to be game, and not to be game,

     As I will endeavor to show;

I will write it in song, and make it so strong,

     That every good hunter may know.

When matters go wrong, and the world looks dark,

     And you’re weary and footsore and lame,

And you feel that your life is nothing but strife,

     O then is the time to be game.

But when you are gunning afar in the woods;

     Way off where the caribou stay;

Where the moose and the deer are frolicking near,

     And bears with their cubs are at play.

When you have a companion who knows not a deer

     And is likely to have a bad aim,

O then is the time, my hunter sublime,

     That none of you want to be game.

Nov. 8, ‘99