The Hunt

My wife and I have hobbies
They're as different as can be.
But we do enjoy hunting
On that we both agree.

I like to be with nature
And to leave the ol' rat race.
And it's not getting what your after
It's the thrill of givin' chase.

I hunt for elk and deer and mosse.
A trophy rack to find.
But the racks that my wife hunts for
Are the so called "sales" kind.

She'll venture out in weather
That would keep most men indoors.
Just to go and hunt for bargains
At the nearest Mervyns store.

And she'll wander round the jungle
Of the downtown city mall.
Just to try and make a killin'
On the clothes she's bought for call.

Then she'll drive around for hours
Hittin' all her huntin' spots.
Just stockin' that elusive deal
That she's sure will save her lots.

Sometimes she'll take her buddies
And go hunt exotic game.
Like Calvin Klein or Gucci,
She won't bag no cheap brand name.

One day I argued long and hard
About her hunting trips.
I said, "Our checkbook is a mess"
And showed her our bankslips.

I asked her please to stop her hunts.
And the reasons just kept flowin'
But then she said to me like I'ved said to her,
"It's not in the gettin' it's the goin'!"