Quivering Arrows

You too would hide behind the hood if you only knew the truth How heroes where made in the naughty little Ham So let us begin the tell of Robin The quivering arrow of Sherwood Like the bird his points mostly hit the dirt or how many a time friar tuck had to duck and that the merry in Lincoln green’s looked more like an apple dumpling gang but England needed fame even if they couldn’t hit a thing Unlike a deer stagecoaches could be stopped thus introducing the true shot the woman behind the man Hidden by the curtain the arrows sing hitting their mark The lady of May plays distressed and seduction does the rest So nervous Robin feels like the Don of Nottingham To steal from the rich and give to the poor the plan Poor Marion so gifted in an age of man They would have been caught more than not by the Sheriff and his men if not for her true aim as blazing arrows hit their saddles with butts aflame The shaky quivering arrow gives them the slip Unbeknownst and it’s funny maid Marion should be on the throne