Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Some Shootin'

Davy Crockett woke up one morn,
And saw outside a chilling sight.
As a result of winter's scorn,
The sun was all frozen up tight.
Davy quick pondered what to do,
And grabbed his rifle, taking aim,
Shooting like no one else could do,
'Cause Davy Crockett was his name.
The bullet balls, fiery and hot,
Melted the ice hold that was on
Ol' Sol, and thanks to that crack shot,
Once again the world had a dawn.

Davy reached right into the sun,
And grabbed some rays to clean his gun.