I met a man who wished he'd been a prince,
who told me that I should an archer be,
but should I lift my bow in my defense,
to aim my shot above where I can see!
His logic was that should I miss my aim,
at least I still by chance might make my mark
where'er my arrow lands, and have no shame
for having missed, for still it traveled far.
And though at first I took his words as true,
I found upon considering they lacked
a warning I can now impart to you,
for I misunderstood, but now look back.
  Addendum: don’t aim straight above your head—
  the stick may fall straight down and strike you dead.