One Last Shot Poem by Ima Ryma

Old Robin Hood lie near to death.
He beckoned Little John to hear
His final words in gasping breath,
'Bring me my bow and arrow near.'
'And through that window, I shall fire.'
'Where ere in Sherwood it shall land, '
'Shall be my final funeral pyre.'
The arrow shot from bow in hand.
Shortly thereafter Robin died.
Little John and the Merry Men,
To do his bidding bona fide,
Took Robin where his arrow went in.

They buried him midst pinafores,
Inside his wooden chest of drawers.