I step up to the next teepad
And line up my shot
This one's gunna be a bullet
A laser, right on the dot
I cock back with my might
And release with a twist
It goes right down the pipe
The perfect shot of a disc
It glides through the air
Turning first left, and then right
It kept soaring out further
Nearly vanishing from sight
And then as it's falling
Crashing towards the ground
It then hit something metal
Oh, what a glorious sound
Slammed in the chains
With a thunderous CHING!
Don't let it pop out, please
Would be a wonderful thing
Be the answer to my prayers
And I'm living the dream
As it lands in the basket
My eyes start to gleam
My friends and I cheered
With a feeling I've missed
I just shot my first ace
The perfect toss of a disc
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