Just beyond those bushes
My enemy is waiting
Waiting for me to show myself
To hit me in the head

Just beyond those bushes
With mud and grime covering his face
With a finger tensed on a trigger
Like a tiger ready to pounce

Just beyond those bushes
He sees a fraction of my forehead
When I peep over my cover
And he squeezes the trigger

I feel a cooling sensation
Of water dripping down my head
And I say "OK you got me"
"Ready for another round?"

And he goes back into hiding
With his water gun at the ready
Back to his position
Just beyond those bushes