Around here, we're terribly paranoid
Of those Rochester hunters we must avoid.
Why can't they stay there
And hunt their native bear,
The Kodiak—or is it the Polaroid?"
My heart, for the hunters, is tender,
For the community service they render:
Seems callous--but still,
Each Bambi they kill
Is one less that may find my fender!
—Anon A. Mouse