Перевод песни Tom Lehrer – The Hunting Song

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Almost every day during the hunting season you see at least one item in the
newspapers about somebody who has shot somebody else, under the impression that
he was a deer with a red hat perhaps, maybe a large flesh-colored squirrel.
At any rate, it seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend in the
field of blood sports, and deserves a new type of hunting song which I present
I always will remember
'Twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer
On a mornin' bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
I was in no mood to trifle
I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey
What a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
The law was very firm, it Took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason
Cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it
And I say, «There's nothin' to it You just stand there lookin' cute
And when something moves, you shoot!»
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a pure-bred Guernsey cow