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High in the hills the hunter searched for his prey Past piles of snow and bones and death and decay In an icy lair it was hidden away Far out of reach of the winter sun From deep in the dark there came a grumble A menacing growl made the cavern rumble With cold gloved hands, the hunter began to fumble Loading the ammo into his gun The beast emerged howling, charging out of his nest The hunter took aim at the fiend's heaving chest A loud shot rang out and put the yeti to rest The big horned behemoth fell to the ground Back at the tavern he told of his hunt by a fire People laughed at his tale and called him a liar Because the trophy head of the beast was too big to acquire And proof of his conquest has never been found