Musical Snowball Fight

I sit and blunder - Torn asunder - Waiting for the blow. Barely singing - What I’m winging - Lying in the snow. Baffled by a ball of ice, Gliding in a way precise, I felt impending sacrifice, Without a way to go. A fall so graceful - Almost tasteful - With thoughtfulness to show. Beaned in the head - A frozen bed - Hiding in the low. Greeted by a snowy face, Surprise is followed by disgrace, Surrounded in my hiding place, Nowhere to cast my throws. Sounds delightful - Ears so spiteful - From my mouth did flow. A path they found - A song of sound - How was I to know?