The storms have passed. Can you see?
The joy return in me? I jump and swirl.
Run back and forth. Chase my brother to the woods!
The storms have passed. The eatens good.
I dance and prance. Run with joy.
The storms have passed. Deer. Deer, me.
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My antlers are no longer on my head.
Yet I stand proud to protect the herd.
Out front while they kick and play.
The storms have passed. We’ll eat today.
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Celebration has calmed down.
We all start to eat and stand around.
Calmed for now, but soon we’ll be
Jumping for joy. Deer, deer, me.
