Eight little hunters with no help form heaven;
Fire on the ceiling and then there were seven.
Seven little hunters running out of tricks;
One made a deal with yellow eyes and then there were six.
Six little hunters trying to escape the slaughter;
And there were four (one died with her daughter).
Four little hunters didn't stop to see;
One was shot by leviathan and then there were three.
Three little hunters couldn't tell false from true;
One got caught between heaven and earth and then there were two.
Two little hunters no longer on the run;
One died to save the world and then there one.
One little hunter stared down the barrel of a gun;
His brother was gone now so is he and then were none.
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