Once a year, we use this room for training,
Two weeks long, where our numbers slowly fade,
The room, which is only for practicing,
Place where students are never unsurveyed,
Once the final ten have finally won,
They will begin to improve their own skills,
Every Tuesday and Thursday for fun,
Yet more for competitions, gaining thrills,
In one of the even numbered hallways,
Room which most students never will visit,
Throwing a pellet for good luck on days,
Where concentrated students use habit,
To not only be better than the rest,
But to shoot until even they're impressed.
