Never trust that 911 operator!

My buddy and I went huntin',
An he fell out of his tree stand,
I thought it was nothin',
Till I went to give him a hand!
And when I called up 911,
She said to make sure he was dead,
So I grabbed my gun,
And I shot him in the head.
Now they got me for a murder,
And I'm on my way to prison,
Because I was the shooter,
Of another dead person.
So never trust that 911 operator,
Or at least think twice,
Cause she told me a whopper,
When I took her advice.
And when you call that number,
Be careful what advice you use,
So you don't end up in this stinkin' blunder,
And become headline news, too!

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