The day that they shot Bambi
Men wept in public bars;
Stumbled out into the night
To gaze at fallen stars.
Left all alone – without a friend
They’ve even charged old Thumper;
Perp walked him shamed, across the park
In his blue and white hooped jumper.
The crosses burned on Windy Hill
Some said Bambi lit the fire;
“He’s always been ambitious deer”
Impatient to go higher.
The gathering of the Klan
Considered deers of disrepute;
They gravely read their verdicts
With only Bambi left to shoot.
The Wizard sadly shook his hood
Reached slowly for his gun;
For the honour of the forest
We’ll dine on venison.