Admonishing the Hunter - Poetry
Lost your mind, hunter.
Lost your head.
Keep it cool, child of winter.
Lest you end up dead.
Accept the north wind -
it brings fortunes
of a different kind.
Be kinder next time, hunter,
when summer says goodbye.
Lost your head.
Keep it cool, child of winter.
Lest you end up dead.
Accept the north wind -
it brings fortunes
of a different kind.
Be kinder next time, hunter,
when summer says goodbye.