Two mighty hunters who were lost
Argued about what they should do.
If distressed, shoot into the air,
But was it three times or just two?

They argued all the whole day long
And argued well into the night.
Each determined that he would show
Just who was wrong and who was right.

They spent the night still two lost souls,
Cold, miserable and very wet.
They were the proof, if one needs proof,
Of just how stubborn guys can get.

Joe said that he had read, for sure,
That shooting three times in the air,
Was the recognized call for help,
For hunters who are in despair.

Hank said, “Joe, I know you’re smartest.
But times I think you’re not too deft.
‘Cause there’s no way to shoot three times.
We’ve only got two arrows left!”