Still Elusive Is the Doe

The Doe was sometimes elusive and withdrawn, and this concerned the Buffalo. This is one of three lyrics designed to flush the Doe from her covert.

STILL ELUSIVE IS THE DOE

Still elusive is the Doe.
She wanders silent through the wood.
I am a bit concerned, although
I’m sure she’d call me if she could.

A deer of mystery, she glides
From sylvan grove to bosky glen.
Within the forest deep she hides.
I’m sure she’ll call me soon. But when?

As she glides through all that lumber,
I wonder what she thinks, the Doe.
Perhaps she has misplaced my number?
753-6190.

I hope the Doe is doing well.
Who knows, when she keeps out of sight?
Without a call it’s hard to tell.
Perhaps she’ll call me soon. Tonight?

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