Dear deer   I am writing you a letter   In the hopes that you'll know better   Not to go in the woods in Pennsylvania   'Cause my dad's in a tree waiting to kill ya   Just be warned      Some say   Dream until tomorrow   That I'll wash away your sorrow   But I'm telling you to not sleep with your eyes closed   If you do you'll end up sitting in a potroast   It's not fair      Some say Pennsylvania's sunny   But I prefer to say it's gunny   Okay maybe that's not funny   But either way it's way too punny   I know   Okay      Dear deer   New Jersey just might suit you   Because there they cannot shoot you   But the exit signs and turnpikes are just not fun   But better than a man holding a shotgun   Don't you think?      I'm just writing to remind you   That an orange man will find you   And sneak up right behind you   To seal the fate that's been assigned to you      Just know   That your population is stringy   And the Pennsylvania thinking is just backwards   It'll leave you cold and melted on a placard   It's not fair      Deer I hope that you can hear me   'Cause I think of you so dearly   So I'll write each sentence clearly   And I'll sign it with sincerely,   K-A-T-E   Kate!