The following is my version of the classic poem “I shot an arrow into the air”:
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
Maybe the kitchen,
Maybe the yard,
Maybe the tennis court,
No, that’s too far.

I shot an arrow into the sky,
Why I did it, I don’t know why;
Do I hate clouds,
Do I hate the sky,
No, I’m just mad,
‘cause I dropped my pie.

I shot an arrow into the air,
And by the way,
I’m just wearing,
No underwear.