Birth of a SHREW
The love of the bow came early to me
I was still sitting on my father's knee
My mother was reading about Robin Hood
so the love of the bow I understood
All through my life the passion was with me
A better hunting bow was all I could see
every day the bow was what I thought about
I kept thinking and trying to figure it out
A forward handle, less torque and less stack
short riser, short limbs, now we're on track
What shall we call this unique little bow
A great hunting bow it'll be, this we know
Small and quick and it points where you look
A killing machine like the critter in a book
There's only one name for this bow that will do
like the ferocious little mammal, the killer.. the SHREW
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