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Well, I was walking thru the yard
When I saw a picture of real beauty
It was a doe and her fawn

The fawn was fresh born
The mother so protective
That's how my pants got torn

The little fawn was so small
I had to take a picture
But mom didn't like it at all

Up she rose, in a fighting stance
She stood on her hind legs
I knew then I didn't have a chance

Kids came out and to see
She didn't bother them
No, she guarded us all 3

Told the kids stay back away
Never touch a wild animal
The doe & fawn ran away