HOLDER'S ODE TO A DEER Do not worry, do not fear, I just wish to look, my dear. I suggest that you draw near - I could paint your portrait here. Frontview, side and from the rear,, You are exquisite, oh deer. Exquisite of eye and ear,, All yor features do appear To make everyone revere Graceful you, year after year. Really, friend, I am sincere! What? You'll run and disappear? Disappointment is severe!