I went to the woods one day
Though heard there had been
Other people there in the hay
So I took my boy with me
To test them stories
And see what might be
It was all for a jest
But my boy was gone
And futile was the quest
A day and a night went by
But I found him in the end
Sitting on a rock like a pitiful sight
He was mine no more
Something else had become of him
Something gore
And it was all for a jest
But the real target was me
‘Cause what I got back was a pest
