GOTCHA !
"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !”
Stupid, stupid Cupid
Lost His bow and arrow
Put it down when He found a flute
Why it magically just appeared right here beside him
when He had touched downed upon the ground
It twas sneaky Pan who grabbed them with his parachute
The very one that he didn’t have to shoot
He didn’t give a hoot, a “fair trade” don’tcha think?
He thot as if too He didn't give a poop
For old school
Ohhhhh, stupid, stupid Cupid
Lost His bow and arrow
And Pan, my friend
was notta quite as good a shot as Him
He spun the world upside down
shooting everyone he saw on sight
Girl on girl, boys on boys
He even shot friendly animals as lover toys
Our frivolous puck didn’t give a darn
Especially when inside the barn
He shot arrows everywhere at everyone
He just didn’t seem to care. He was having fun.
Shooting arrows at everyone, everywhere
Poetic justice poking here and there
Transforming words and twisting them with fear
I swear I saw Pan smiling while shedding a few tears
Oh, stupid, stupid Cupid
Lost His bow and arrow
But apparently, He could also play this flute
Perhaps, not the same way as Pan
For when Cupid played every man, woman and child
Would fall under a stupid love spell
All across the lands the music fell
Only making Pan fill up
with more belly laughter ... GOTCHA !
When pan’s pipes play for you, there isn’t much that you can do !
When cupid’s arrow aims for you, there isn’t much that you can do !
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