Lyrics:

The undercurrents caught it's drift
Threw it like a twig
Chucked into the wind
The child laughed with glee and grinned
Raised and drew his bow and arrow
Fired it through the air
It tumbled like a limp rag
Whirling to the ground
Leaves and bark flashed before his eyes
The child took his bloody prize
Gave mother the gift
He grinned with childish wily eyes