The Archer

The young man liked to play
With arrows and his bow
The barn wall was his aim
And no one else would know.
One day the king rode by
His army at his side
On the way to war again
His fame was far and wide.

He stopped his column by the barn
And looked upon the wall
The king was most impressed
By the wonder of it all
The boy was quickly sent for
To meet the mighty king
"But why your Majesty,
To me this honor bring?"

"I marvel at your barn
The wall is nearly full
All those arrows spent
And every one a bull!
You must practice long and hard
With aim as sure as this
I need you in my army
You must never miss!

"You are such a marksman
Though still so young a boy
Help me teach my archers
The method you employ."
"The method's really easy
Simple and quite sound
I shoot my arrows at the wall
Then draw the circles round!"