Deer boy

 Deer Boy

I see they finally got

 You deer boy

Oh boy

One-hundred and twenty five

Atta boy

Like a lots

And way to go's

Later 

Hung you for all 

To gawk 

Sorry for all this

deer boy

Granny never wanted

That deer blood 

Transfusion

You were not meant

To live unhunted

You were a deer

Not dear

No longer a boy with 

Spots beneath the palmetto.