Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Feb 24, 2007 15:34:06 GMT -5
One squirrel fighter, brave an bold,
One fair maiden, true and tolled,
To meet was fate on a field one night,
Two sides clashed together in a fight.
The squirrel warrior,
Brave and bold,
A normal warrior,
Unlike the maid,
The maid, a healer,
In the fray,
Will say how they fell in love that day.
With her an officer,
And he alone,
The made their way.
She saw him go down with an arrow,
Her dagger sang as she ran.
He suffered as she applied the yarrow.
Then two fell in love,
love at first sight,
He was hers since that glance.
Oh, What a sweet Romance!
Much love,
The Song, and The Lance.
One fair maiden, true and tolled,
To meet was fate on a field one night,
Two sides clashed together in a fight.
The squirrel warrior,
Brave and bold,
A normal warrior,
Unlike the maid,
The maid, a healer,
In the fray,
Will say how they fell in love that day.
With her an officer,
And he alone,
The made their way.
She saw him go down with an arrow,
Her dagger sang as she ran.
He suffered as she applied the yarrow.
Then two fell in love,
love at first sight,
He was hers since that glance.
Oh, What a sweet Romance!
Much love,
The Song, and The Lance.
