На форуме появилась ветка любителей охоты ,а мне сразу вспомнилась симпатичная песня Спаркс на эту тему




История простая - мирно пасущиеся семейства носорогов и бегемотов поздно чуют запах джипов ,и начинается стрельба..
Но когда охотник возвращается в свой Рино ,Невада ,дома с женой уже кто-то есть ,этот кто-то берёт ружьё и тоже начинает стрелять

I am a rhino
Plodding the jungle
Dinner time's here and
"Baby I'm home"

Me and my baby
We are so happy
Then I smell vinyl
"Darling, let's run!"

Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down
Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down

I am a hippo
Sloshing through mud
And work is now over
"Baby, I'm home"

Isn't she lovely
Makes me feel comfy
Then I smell Jeeps and
"Darling, let's run!"

Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down
Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down

Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down
Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down

I'm a poor slob
From Reno, Nevada
I am a hunter
Of rhinos and hippos

Then I come home from
Months in the bush
I'm tired, I'm weary
"Darling, I'm home"

"Darling, darling, what's wrong?"
"Darling, darling, what's wrong?"
"Darling, darling, who's he?"

Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down, down
Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down, down, down

Nice shooting
Nice shooting, dear, dear, dear, dear
Nice shooting
Nice shooting, dear