Rashly I shot an arrow in the air, And, as my shaft into the zenith sped, I knew 'twas bound to fall some time, somewhere; And wondered if 'twould dropp upon some head. A certain friend of mine who loitered near Remarked, 'Don't let the thing distress you, please. 'Twill hit a politician, never fear.' And so, my tortured conscience was at ease. Now, when I read of Party Government, Its wrangles, lies, and methods most unfair, I calmly step outside my tenement And shoot another arrow in the air.