In a stand one can sit, and through the woods one can tramp,
  and hunting tales are the best when told at Deer Camp.

The venison from last year is about to run out,
  but a fresh white tail is hanging, we’ve no need to pout.

We’ve counted and scored the rack on your deer,
  and the story will be better after aging a year.

The hour is late and Deer Camp winds down,
  dreams will be sweet, with tails white and brown.