Dear Deer

Dear deer
 I am writing you a letter
 In the hopes that you'll know better
 Not to go in the woods in Pennsylvania
 'Cause my dad's in a tree waiting to kill ya
 Just be warned
 Some say
 Dream until tomorrow
 That I'll wash away your sorrow
 But I'm telling you to not sleep with your eyes closed
 If you do you'll end up sitting in a potroast
 It's not fair
 Some say Pennsylvania's sunny
 But I prefer to say it's gunny
 Okay maybe that's not funny
 But either way it's way too punny
 I know
 Okay
 Dear deer
 New Jersey just might suit you
 Because there they cannot shoot you
 But the exit signs and turnpikes are just not fun
 But better than a man holding a shotgun
 Don't you think?
 I'm just writing to remind you
 That an orange man will find you
 And sneak up right behind you
 To seal the fate that's been assigned to you
 Just know
 That your population is stringy
 And the Pennsylvania thinking is just backwards
 It'll leave you cold and melted on a placard
 It's not fair
 Deer I hope that you can hear me
 'Cause I think of you so dearly
 So I'll write each sentence clearly
 And I'll sign it with sincerely,
 K-A-T-E