The undercurrents caught it's drift
Threw it like a twig
Chucked into the wind
The child laughed with glee and grinned
Raised and drew his bow and arrow
Fired it through the air
It tumbled like a limp rag
Whirling to the ground
Leaves and bark flashed before his eyes
The child took his bloody prize
Gave mother the gift
He grinned with childish wily eyes
Threw it like a twig
Chucked into the wind
The child laughed with glee and grinned
Raised and drew his bow and arrow
Fired it through the air
It tumbled like a limp rag
Whirling to the ground
Leaves and bark flashed before his eyes
The child took his bloody prize
Gave mother the gift
He grinned with childish wily eyes
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