THE HUNTER ‑ HAUNTED
A Mason one day set out hunting,
Alone,
and feeling so fine,
Out through the forest and muskeg,
Right into the timberline.
It started to rain,
the elements In pandemonium roared,
The lightning flashed and thundered,
The rain,
it poured and poured. He got soaked to the skin,
and sheltered Inside an old hollow tree,
He squeezed and squeezed inside it,
It was tight for a man such as he.
But he found 'twas better inside it Than out in the rain as it poured,
For the rain came down in torrents,
He'd found the best place to be stored.
And now he started a‑thinking Of things he'd done amiss,
The times he could have done better,
My,
how oft he had been remiss.
By this time the storm had abated,
The sun came out shining bright. It started to dry out the tree trunk In
which he was wedged so tight. He found he was stuck there and couldn't Move any
which way in that trunk. For it seemed as the tree got drier,
It got tighter,
he really felt "punk".
Well,
again he started a‑thinking Of what his life might have been,
And there in that desperate position His life passed by like a dream.
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And then came the thought: he'd not paid His dues to the Lodge,
how he shrunk,
He began feeling smaller and smaller,
And climbed easily out of the trunk.
So,
fellows,
when comes time for paying Your dues to the Lodge,
do not flunk,
Just pay up and then you won't feel like The guy who climbed out of the
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