I shot a bird with an arrow once
one sad and sunny day.
It wiggled a bit and jumped just twice,
and then lay still as May.
I sat and wished it live again
until I saw it's note,
it said 'Dear sir, you got me good'
and that was all it wrote.
So when you pass you'll find my tomb,
engraved when I have gone,
will read ' Oh Death you got me good,
whats taken you so long'.