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Canadians oft by light of moon / Love to go a hunting coon, / But this our tale it is no yarn, / While chopping down tree Henry Karn / Found therein a hollow chamber / Full of coons who there did clamber, / It made them a home superior, / Warm and snug in the interior.
And he did count therein eleven / Who long had found it a safe haven, / But it is sad to read their fate, / For out of them he slaughtered eight.
But trouble to him now occurs / What shall he do with those fine furs, / Shall he grand overcoat display / Or make them into robe for sleigh.