Whisper-rustle bushes tell a tale that I am here.

Hiding from you, huntsman, wishing I could disappear.

And yet, and yet, to see your face I’d willingly appear.

 

For you are the sweetest huntsman

I have ever come upon.

Your stealthy soft approach I fear

it really turns me on.

To see you follow stealthily

in your leggings green.

They really are the sweetest legs

this doe has ever seen.

 

I know that you must love me

for you follow me so close.

I know that you must love me

I’m the deer that you love most.

I must admit that I am sweet

that really is no boast.

 

Maybe I’ll let you see me,

just let you have a glimpse.

You can admire my beauty

you won’t have seen it since

you caught a sight of me last spring

when with your eyes like flints

 

you saw me, and you loved me .

Did you not?

 

And now your telescope

it is up against your eye.

Because you want to see me,

admire me, as I run by.

How sweet you are to raise your arm

in salutation, dear.

And then I hear a great big bang

and feel it in my rear!

 

It must be the excitement

and the pleasure of the chase.

I feel a heartracing of joy

as I look up at your face.

It is the last thing that I see

while I am on this place.

 

And now my head is mounted

oh so pretty on your wall.

To tell the world and everyone

you loved me most of all!