Wrap your fingers round the handle.
Hold it firmly in your grip.
Pinch the pocket, stretch the rubber.
One smooth motion, jerk it quick.

Pulling hard you feel the tension.
When you're ready, let it rip.
Release the stony little missile.
Eyes intent, you see it zip.

Smacking home it finds its target;
stings your little playmates hip.
She spins around in shocked surprise,
rubs her rump and gives a yip.

But dry her eyes if she starts crying;
kiss her little pouting lips.
If she runs home to tell her dad,
he'll tan you with his buggy whip!

The End

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