Along a dusty road I spied Mischief twinkling in his kind eyes Under curly brown hair a face so wise with a knowing little grin Allthough not thin not roly-poly, whistling a tune so Jolly You could not be melancholy Comes a very merry Hin
This hins name was Brandobaris And into a Hin town he did trot Sat down near the well in a shady-Spot, underneath a chestnut tree. Looking a round for a while, he saw many HIn and got quite riled For not one Hin of them had smiled, or offered him a cup of tea
He realised something was wrong Mayhap he really knew it all along not that important for this song But what is, is what He saw Clothes ragged exhausted hin Hungry Children looking so thin Fresh graves in a green field, and unhappy Kin When he saw this Brandobaris swore
He saw Hin faces full of fear So asked them what was happening here Then an Elder spoke with little Cheer About everything that had gone on Speaking of the terrible plight That had come to plague them one dark night How it filled the town's folk full of fright He told Brandybois of the Dragon This Red Dragon living in a cave Had stolen all, and made them slaves And those hin who fought back now filled graves And in the green field now do lie All the town's goats pigs sheep and fowl Have to go feed the dragon now Of a way out they did now know how Saddness filled Brandobaris eyes
Then Brandobaris had a thought so cunning The very depths of trickery it would be plumming So devious in scope it was stunning Brandobaris told them of his Plan Listening to him their eyes went wide In truth many Hin there even smiled If his plan worked they win back their pride and drive the dragon from town
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