Barstool Prophets Last Of The Big Game Hunters
I have heard dandelions Roaring out in my backyard. A direct approach is dangerous Until you're sure they've dropped their guard. You'd be better off to wait Until the brutes go for the bait And when they can't anticipate Is when you pounce and break their necks. Sure, some call me insane... But danger is my middle name. I have spied tiger-spiders On the prowl along my fence. But the speed at which they travel Makes a chase much too intense. So you set your traps with care, Scattering them here and there, Hoping for a leg to snare (And with eight, the odds are in your favour.) Watch out they can maim Even with a leg left lame. Sure, some call me insane... But danger is my middle name. There is one great adversary That consumes my thoughts foremost. You see, a dragonfly breathes fire, So its not safe to get too close. But its hard to be aware Of them appearing from nowhere As they swoop down through the air. I might just need a rocket-launcher. Not even scalding flame Could make me shake my aim. Sure, some call me insane... But danger is my middle name.
