Mr. Gauche liked very much to poach,
Which was awkward and ungainly,
Because whenever he'd approach,
You could see his kills quite plainly.
A duck tail sticking out his shirt,
A rabbit bulking up his hat,
His trousers all marked up with dirt,
And a pair of antlers in his pants.
Mr. Gauche liked too much to poach,
But his poaching days were numbered.
Because the next time he tried to encroach,
He found himself much too encumbered.
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