First Blood

Sweet five year-oldJust killed a bearHis granddad feels prideI just feel despair I don't knowI just shrugOnce he was a  bearNow, he'll be a rug Culling the herdsAre words we often hearBut, he was a top predatorHe wasn't a deer Some think it's goodTo teach our children blood lustBut, as far as I'm concernedI just feel disgust I know some feelThat hunting is shrewdBut, I think it's immoralIf you don't need the food  When a lack of judgment Is so apparent A license should be required To be a parent His granddad taught himHe must kill to stand tallBut, I hope in twelve yearsWe won't meet him in a mall! He will have some storiesAbout some real whoppersBut, I hope he doesn’t graduateFrom bears to shoppers! His parents will tell youThey did all they couldBut, you should never teach a five year-oldThat killing is good!