"What? Don't you believe me?
I can be a poet too!
I'll take my bow and shoot these lyrics
Let the string go and see them pass right through you.
It seems I totally failed in this last one
But let me try this again
I'm not using my bow or dagger for this one
I'll use just this old pen
The lone hunter sits here by the fire
His old notebook he grabbed in a snatch
((This is written on Deor's small notebook, one of his stupid ideas to kill time))
I can be a poet too!
I'll take my bow and shoot these lyrics
Let the string go and see them pass right through you.
It seems I totally failed in this last one
But let me try this again
I'm not using my bow or dagger for this one
I'll use just this old pen
The lone hunter sits here by the fire
His old notebook he grabbed in a snatch
Waste my bloody time coming in the forest today
And there goes another boar I didn't catch.
Empty handed I'll leave today
But undisturbed is this man's joy
Although it will all fade
When it realizes there's no coin to enjoy.
He'll just leave this accursed place
For today there's no profit
To the Pony find ale, food and women
Although with an empty pocket.
((This is written on Deor's small notebook, one of his stupid ideas to kill time))
