Versos English Carolyn Wells The Golden Buck

English poem

The Golden Buck

by (1862–1942)

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Perhaps because it's easily approached, The Golden Buck's a game that's often poached. 'Tis sometimes mild, again 'tis strong and hearty, It may be found at many a gay stag-party. No branching antlers this strange beast adorn, But with the Golden Buck we take a horn.