My beaver's weak, from might he falls
For he is dead and full of holes
I thought it would be nice for change
To take him to the firing range
Alas, the beavers have great aim
He overshot me, I say in shame
So when he shot, I turned around
Reload my gun and spill some rounds
But 'cause my shooting skills are dim
I shot down everyone but him
Right then he tried to shoot me down
Too bad his gun - was upside down.