Fire your arrow, hit her on the head.
That's what Aphrodite said.
I watched, as the young man said, 'will you be mine?'
Aphrodite said that the girl would decline,
unless I hit her, exactly on time.
It was an accident, I swear that it is!
I didn't mean to hit the young man on that shoulder of his.
The girl stood there and stayed
as the man went away,
singing out love songs to a casket of wine.