Path

When I left my home I went alone
I liked it that way because no one could disappoint me

I looked at others as weak and deluded
They hadn't seen the light or experienced deceit

It took me a while to move my thoughts
Still ended up in the same place

I had trust for no one
But a moral to do good

Stayed out of sight
Watched from afar

Helped were I could
But mostly did not

Did no person harm
Stuck to the code
inside of my soul

Worked and provided
Took care and protected

It was all that was needed
It was all that mattered

Love in a blur

I flashed myself up the hill
With my usual maddening skill

There she was floating in the breeze

I fell down as my heart had an instant freeze

This could be my biggest brake
What should I say for goodness sake?

I tried to speak with a foreign tongue

about monsters and knights from a long forgotten song

She laughed and kissed me there as I lay

then she was off lightly swooshing away

The kiss had me melted and lost in a dream

after her I must, my nostrils blowing out steam

Not far had she gone but my rival was there

The one with taupe and a step like Astaire

I did what was easy and stole his hair

That would make her see he wasn't so fair

Still though she hugged him and polished his flint

I started away and felt a need for absinthe

Silently I dove into the first bar I saw

Ten hours later I thought about breaking the law

My slumber was ended by a sweet gentle hand

It led me out the door and to fantasy land

For there at end of the hand and arm

Was the lady who had took me with her crazy charm

Shocked and bewildered I ask her to stop

I put on the 60s and started to bop

She was perplexed, but liked it for sure
we twirled and flipped as never before

Sweaty and tired we bade our farewell
and I went back home to my kettlebell

I awoke back on my starship safe and sound
the crew looked at me funny and spit on the ground

It was an honour for but just a few
No matter, panicking I had to find the loo

The absinthe came up in a green gushing blur
next time I'll try the pricey fifty year liqueur

The Brewer and his Shiny Wife

Working alone,
with stick and bone.

Dark in mind,
but hopeful and kind.

Brewing with laughter, sweet as can be.
No one will ever suspect it was me.

Adding toad, leaf and bark.
Oh my, this taste will leave its mark.

Running around the tree for fun.
Until morning, bright with the sun.

Then down in the dark, a hop and a dive,
keep myself hidden and safe in the hive.

Always in mind is the best plan of all,
taking small steps to crumble the wall.



Above and away in the castle of the city,
the rulers argued and had no pity.

Order of the day was punishment for a crime,
someone bright and cunning had stolen their time.

How could a subject dare mock them this way?
When all they ever wanted was to sleep through the day.

The sentence was delivered with fervour and hate,
the unlucky was given a disastrous fate.

"You are to remain here for the rest of your life,
no heed will be taken to you being a wife.

None will be allowed to visit you for an age,
this is how we choose to handle this outrage."



She cried and fell to her knees with a thud
this time she had really ended up in the mud.

To never see her kin and children so young,
she screamed in panic and dark curses were flung.

Carried kicking in shackles to a cell,
locked up tight and left there to dwell.

Moving to a corner she sat down and sighed,
called on the glimmer she always had inside.

The walls reflected the magnificent glow,
she shone like blinding sunshine on snow.

When finally she rose, a shimmering white sun,
her mind was stilled and bursting with fun.

The world she stepped into was lightyears away,
beyond known space, behind a bright pulsars sway.

Down on the forested moon orbiting her home,
she sat and looked up at the star filled dome.

Here she would stay til the time was right,
when her captors had been shaken with concoctions might.



Down in the deep I was done with my brew,
now how to get it to the rulers table and stew.

Disguising myself as a fine servant girl,
wide round the belly and adding a twirl.

The belly was needed to hide the pot,
too bad it was still so scalding hot.

Stifling my screams and dancing like a fool,
I charmed my way past the guards acting cool.

Into the kitchen and scaring the staff,
everyone out, I will have the last laugh.

Where is that stew, why hide it from me,
do they not know I harm them for free?

At last there it is, in the corner all alone.
Would they ever notice if I added a bone?

I run over wildly with a smile ear to ear,
then make a sweet salto like a true musketeer.

Landing in the cauldron I feel cosy and hot,
surprised to realize this won't help out a lot.

Climbing back out I curse my mistake,
no time for bathing for goodness sake.

Remembering the goal I came here for,
I pour the brew in and stir with an oar.

A noise very close made me jump like a goat,
dash behind a bench, a tightness in my throat.

In through the door comes a guard looking sharp.
A wave of my hand and he's changed to a carp.

Before my conscience failed I was out the door,
now to the cell, which was on what bloody floor?

I past a servant girl and the chef in the hall,
on their merry way to fetch the rulers fall.


With a spell and a flash, I was past them quite quick,
in a bind it was always a pretty neat trick.

Stumbling upstairs to the tower heaving for air,
I hoped I at last would find my lady of flair.

At the top there was nothing but a fine woven door.
What's this foul magic, have I seen this before?

I sent out a thought but nothing came back,
only a silence and the duck's kwack, kwack, kwack.

Don't get me started on that feathered pest,
He should've stayed at home with all of the rest.

Looking through options and glaring at the cloth,
I smile, there from above comes a clever moth.

It looks at me funny, I'm handsome I know,
I try to gain points with a bow down low.

"Hi there lil bud, whats up with that weave?"
It looked at me funny and just couldn't believe

that a big bipedal could ask something so strange
This dude must be crazy, in need of a change.

It buzzed in my ear and opened the weave
pointed to the room and begged me to leave.



Inside I was finally there by her side,
my emotion was strong and difficult to hide.

Not that it mattered she was in a trance,
I picked her up and was off in a dance.

Down through the stairs and hallways so long,
what was that word in the escaping spell song?

She stirred and was awake there in my arms,
instantly I was weak she had those natural charms.

My knees gave away and we were on the floor,
this was pretty bad for my knighthood score.

She laughed and hugged me for a long long time,
In the distance an alarm just then started to chime.

We were up and panicked, running for our lives,
after us came big guards with axes and knives.

Rounding a corner we came into a dining room,
I recognize the cauldron and smile at the doom.

Around us are royalty sleeping snugly and sweet,
we each do a selfie and a wonderful tweet.

From this hall there is no escape
I open a window and pull on a drape.

Tying the fabric to a supporting beam,
I grab my loved one and try not to rip a seam.

Out the window and climbing cloth down the wall,
sadly I cant tie and we start to fall.

She looked at me disapproving and her eyes were aflame,
with a word incoherent she made us land all the same.



Down safely on the ground outside on the castle yard,
we ran and I tried keeping up, me and my lard.

Out through the gateway, forceful magic, flying guards,
this tale will be sung by the most hated of bards.

Finally back home we sat down and relaxed,
only to hear that we were still to get waxed.

She silently sat down, relaxed and started to blur,
told me to repeat and then accept what was to occur.

A blue shining light surrounded us both that night,
when the guards blasted in it was quite a sight.

Then the light turned sapphire, they had to turn away.
As all shifted to bright white, they fell down to pray.

Before long the rays dissipated and all was clear,
they looked up bewildered and in noticeable fear.



We ourselves were flung far far aloft,
up and away through clouds so very soft.

We left the world and looked anxiously ahead
to the place where our kids were sleeping tightly in their bed.

When we passed the green moon familiarity struck,
how we had longed when on earth we were stuck.

The last final distance between the trees and our stead,
took just a second, our magic was emotionally sped.

There in our landscape so pristine and so old,
lay our true essence and our future untold.

The kids woke and hugged us til the cup overflowed,
hearts melted to puddles and time was effortlessly slowed.

Nothing but this was important no more,
learning we already knew how to soar.

The Workings of a Day

He ran down the pipe and felt free. The rigorous engineering types he added were the right ones. He was sure his pet cricket would be proud of him and when he got home he would tell the whole story in detail.

At the end of the pipe he dove all the way down to the ocean surface some five hundred feet below.
The splash was intense and liberating, the fish welcomed him into their world and treated him to tea and biscuits. The tea was hard to drink as it was diluted with the ocean water as soon as it was poured. It was also difficult to pour it as the teas colour was hard to tell from the water the farther it poured from the flower-painted tea pot. In any case everyone was happy and the fika was a success.

He dove further down to the bottom a league below and fetched the lost rusty nut.
It had become a reef and he had to pick up rent from the inhabitants before going up with the nut to the surface for air. The reef had a big shock as it exited the water and jumped up and fled faster than love down into the depths again. Shining brightly the nut laughed and nodded to him with a sigh. It was time. The sponge remembered where his run had ended with a dive out of the pipe and entered the same way again.

As the surface of the pipe was quite steadfast and rough to the touch, he could easily assail the pipe all the way up to the pumping station. He was greeted by a relieved pumping station, oil and ocean water all over. The station was a tad embarrassed, it usually made its nature deposits during night time and without bystanders. The sponge, which was green, pushed the pipe back onto the pumping station again and fastened the metal nut with his nose. The effort was easy but smelled of success. He hated success, it was never lubricated.

The station hugged the green sponge and filled it with tears, calling his days work a failure, which gladdened the sponge to the edge of fainting. In the last second he pressed out a feeling, removing some of the excess water and lifting his spirits enough to soar out of the station and back into the dreamworld where he belonged. The last thing he remembered was the tug boat and the bath brush, the bubbles had already left his memory a mile ago. Times changed and he flexed his pecs and went to sleep.

The next day his pumping muscles embarrassed the pumping station and they were friends no more.
It was a sad day for the news crew, no lies could be told, the truth had come out. If you were not a sponge or a station nothing could be done. And there it was, the love that had been was once more and the world revolved and left for the void. Arriving back home his mother Saturn scolded him and asked him sternly where he had been. "I was only out playing, Ma!" he pleaded innocently.
"Oh well" his mother said. "Off to wash your hands now, supper is ready. Wake your father on the way to the kitchen, will you?."

His father had fallen asleep on the couch with a paper in his lap. He gave his father the moon, which always made him stir and wake. "Earth, my boy, did you have fun outside? Tell me all about it, dad wants to hear every detail."

He told the story of how he had saved the pumping station and had tea with the fished of the reef. He filled in the blanks in between. It took quite a while to tell and his father listened intently all the way though. When it was done his father smiled and said:
"Now that's an adventure to be proud of, I wish I would have been out there with you and had that much fun like you."
"What do you say, do you wanna go out again after we've eaten and find another adventure?" his father asked with a glimmer in his eyes.

"Yay!" a young buzzing Earth cheered at the top of his lungs.
His mother looked at them both, shook her head and smiled incredulously.

When crumbs stood still

When time stood still they were all and the one.
Seemed like together was the way to be, but the assumption was wrong.
Brad left the group that he hated with passion.

Over by the fountain he took a drink and felt woozy.
A piece of bread came up to him and asked if he had some butter.
Brad shook his head and wondered what was going on.
The bread got frustrated when the man didn't answer.

The crumbs started flying and Brad had to flee.
But things weren't that easy and he panicked in the pursuit.
He remembered an old wisdom of stop, drop and cover and that was exactly what he did.
The effect was non-existent and the bread was all over him.

The fight was epic and a crowd started forming.
People had never seen a man defending himself against a piece of bread before.
Bread almost always won by default, even before a fight broke out.
It was the way things had always been, bread and especially bread crumbs were not something to trifle with.

At last Brad got the upper hand when he started taking huge bites of the bread.
Sadly he was allergic and went into a shock. This did not combine well with his panic and he started reciting Shakespeare to calm himself down. This angered the crowd who were all fans of Ben Jonson. Without hesitation they entered the fight, some had their own bread, some baked before entering. Amazing as it was baking was a speed contest this side of town and a loaf could be made in under a minute.

Soon crumbs of all sizes flew everywhere and started impeding traffic nearby.
Drivers jumped out of their cars and gathered water from the fountain pouring it on the bread crumbs.
For some reason only known to heads of state the bread crumbs drank the water with joy and swelled to forty times their size. Unfortunately no one was hungry and the town was engulfed in swollen bread crumbs.

Birds started gathering to eat their fill, though the bread was a quick prey with wit of the owl.
The winners were in the end the humming birds with their hovering ability, which they could use to turn off the TV. The spectators sat watching the screen for a long time after it went black, wondering what the hell just happened. Investigators never fully understood or could explain in detail the events of that day, which lead to a new religion being born.

The followers of the wet crumb god eventually reached nirvana when the state was turned into a haven for breads of all kind. All opposed to crumbs, breads or anyone in the slightest sympathetic toward humming birds was made to hug bread for ten years, after which they were tossed out of the country.

In the end everyone lived happily ever after and everyone converted to the new big bright religion.
All other religions, including the declared religion of science was stricken from all records and made punishable by crumbing.

A day later a crumb stated he felt he had been violated and discriminated against for being part of the bread and demanded they all stop worshipping bread, crusts and crumbs. The religion was abandoned and a great void was all that was left. People were lost and no one ever lived anymore.

After some time a man named Brad realized he felt offended by the void and started eating bread again. The bread got mad and in an instant the first last crumb was thrown.

Unleached

The way he went,
was almost god-sent.
He fell apart down there at the mart.
Freedom he felt, like a song from a Celt.

At last he drew blood,
they now all understood
He was not to be had,
blind, wild and bad.

He saw only his fate.
Everyone else, he was to obliterate.
Ran around like he was mad,
screaming, pointing at every lad.

He jumped, ducked for cover,
in the air he seemed to hover.
A master at his art,
Too bad he just then dropped a fart.

The girls started to laugh.
Disappointed, his joy cut in half,
he stood up perplexed almost faint,
now sprayed with all different kinds of paint

The friends came around,
mocked him joyfully to the ground.
Among all the heckles,
was a young boy with freckles.

"Master teach me all,
of how you kept in the air without a fall".

"It was easy you see
I just let the wind carry me".

How the World Almost Ended

"Falling is a good habit at random occasions.
Its not the healthiest of choices, but when you are up against the wall
you might want to take that call.
If you are distracted it might seem like you are flying and what could be better?"



Grant went up in an aeroplane,
he knew for sure that he was insane.
His friends no more talked him into it,
should've said no if he had had any wit.

The pilot told him finally that he was due.
Grant jumped out, spread his wings and flew.
The crazy sensation he instantly loved,
next time he would jump without being shoved.

Looking around he found a pack of cranes,
he jumped upon the first one and grabbed its reins.
Steering toward Africa the followers went along,
lacking sense of direction they arrived in Hong Kong.

Turning round Big Buddha with skill that wasn't there,
monks and salesmen ran around getting quite a scare.
Flying past and out over the water of the harbour,
they all dove down to the street and into the barber.

"Buzz cut for me and a trim for the others!"
The barber shouted curses in canto about their mothers.
Paying the scolder when he finally was done,
Grant got his gang into town for some fun.

Noodles and tea, some jasmine and thyme,
it tasted so good it felt like a crime.
The cranes were famished and ate for a week,
Grant looked at his account, which now had sprung a leak.

Broke as they were they had to get some dough,
the cranes went to the dojos and showed their mighty blow.
Flexing the technique for all of them to see,
the money started piling up during their whooping spree.

Grant almost cried when he saw all the cash,
being broke had felt like having a diaper rash.
They folded the money and went to Macao,
betting it all on the birth of a cow.

The calf made them rich beyond all belief,
they purchased the world and gave it to a thief.
Pawning it for food the world was lost for an age,
when Grant bought it back it was living in a squirrel cage.

Nursing it back to health was no small feat,
the trickiest part was adding back the "trick or treat".
When it was done the people cheered and praised,
Grant and his cranes got a cake all glazed.

They lived a grand life after that,
with noodles and tea and a girl named Kat.
The cranes never left him except to migrate,
but when they returned each year they were never late.

This story was then lost to the sands of time,
now twenty-five years later its not worth a dime.
No one believes me, even though the story is true,
that Grant and his birds once to Hong Kong flew.

It's time someone believed me, I'm honesty itself.
until then I'll just put it here on its shelf.

The Running Lady

Summer rained over her like a fragrant perfume.
It was cold even though the sun was shining through the dark clouds.
She ran over the rolling pasture avoiding cow dung like a slalom skier.
The tall grass was slippery and she had difficulty getting a grip with her flower painted blue clogs.

She jumped over a tall fence, doing a flip with twist like she always did.
Landed on one toe and posed for a second arms outstretched before she was off again smiling.

Entering a bed of blue and yellow flowers she looked up at the sky, squinting to keep raindrops from landing in her eyes. Nothing there ... yet, she thought with anticipation.

As she lowered her gaze it fell upon a barn in the distance, red with black roof and black double-doors. It was surrounded by a brown-painted long fence running around it and a meadow adjacent to it. On the meadow she could see a group of kids in white loose-fitted outfits performing strange movements.

Getting closer she could see they had belts of varying colours around their waist and were shouting and trying to hurt each other. She knew instantly what to do, she had seen this before. Stopping before the large double-doors, she opened them and entered gracefully. Inside she found what she was looking for, picked it up and went outside some twenty yards from where the kids where lined up and performing.

She tossed the bull into the middle of where the kids were and watched the amusing commotion.
They were still shouting of course, but for another reason and with a higher pitch. The kids ran wildly in all directions, the chaos was immaculate. Some jumped over the fence to safety, some were so confused and panicked that they ran round in circles. Some even ran straight toward the bull, avoiding it in the neck of time when it charged the sudden easy targets.

One kid though, jumped up on the bull when it chased past his quick side-stepping move. He grabbed the bull by the ears and held on for dear life. The bull bucked and twisted, the kid flying this way and that, but somehow he managed to hold on. It lost all focus on the remainder of the other kids and just tried to get rid of the annoying aggressor on its back.

All the kids climbed, on the outside, onto the fence and cheered for their hero with joy and relief.
On the bull things were another story, feeling like a rag doll in a tumble dryer, the kid knew he needed to do something and do something soon. He focused on his inner being, trying to connect to Tik Tok the god of rocks and started to glow an intense mild pulsating blue. A rock suddenly appeared out of the sky above and fell on the bulls head with great force. The beast thudded down to the ground, suddenly very still.

The kid jumped relieved off the back of the bulls still heaving body, while his blue contour silently and gradually dissipated. He sat down leaning his back to the bull and pulled out a white handkerchief with his family emblem on it. A grey falcon clutching a mountain within its talons. With it he wiped his face free of dirt and sweat.

The other kids jumped back over the fence and ran up to him talking and shouting all at once about what had just happened. They cheered and gesticulated, touched the bull with great hesitation and deep reverence. This went on for a time until one of the kids raised the question:

"Where did the bull come from and why was it flying into our mist?"

They all realized that they hadn't had the time to give it much thought and a fierce debate started amongst most of the kids. One side were convinced bulls could fly, the other that bulls were naturally stealthy creatures which could appear out of thin air by force of mind. The more grounded kids knew with certainty that bulls were great diggers and they all just needed to find the hole it had come up from.

The remainder of the kids that never entered the debate looked eagerly around with a lingering suspicion and in a moment found what they were dreading standing over by the barn with a smile. It took them a good minute to take the realization in, long enough for the debate just a few yards away to almost erupt into playful physical competition.

When the situation had fully dawned on them, they ran up to the lady in the clogs and bowed deeply.
"Sensei, you honor us with your presence. We weren't expecting you until tomorrow."
Another kid almost shouted at her with excitement, jumping up and down.
"Did you see the bull, Sensei? It was suddenly there and we were so scared! It was great!"
The other kids that were present gave him queer looks and then started talking at the Sensei all at once.

She motioned for them to quieten down making lowering hand movements and they all stopped instantly watching her, waiting for her to speak.
"This has been the traditional test that once in a while is performed on these training trips our dojo does.
There is always one person that master the test of the bull and find a way to contact the great Tik Tok."
The kids looked at her in mild shock and continued to listen intently.

By now the debating kids had stopped arguing and were arriving in groups of two and three.
Over by the bull one kid was left. He had been contemplation what had just happened to him. He was in some kind of calm, delirious, but quite state. Every thought he had was clear, every new focus was crisp. His gaze wandered around as he snugged against the slumbering big bull. Everything in his view gave him all the information he needed right away, he needed not make any effort at all. The flow just came to him. Relaxing in his blissful state he slowly went to sleep against the warmth of the body behind him.

The sensei lady continued to speak, now with heightened intensity.
She told the long and intoxicating story of Tik Tok and the new god that followed after, when enlightenment dawned upon the one of a group.

The kids were amazed, they had only heard rumours of the legend. It was famous among almost all people of the lands, but very few knew the story in its entirety. Sacred it was and folks tended to respect and honor that.

Suddenly the whole group started to glow and after a while they lifted off the ground silently and still. The lady moved a hand slowly and the group floated slowly and without effort over to where the hero lay against the bull. Yawns were heard amongst the group and it seemed contagious for almost at once they were all yawning and stretching their arms out sleepily.

She lowered the group around the bull and they all snugged up to the bull and found their own perfect spot. Soon they were all contently asleep.

The lady felt a tear of joy fall down her cheek and she looked up and thanked Tik Tok and the other god before she too lay down next to the others. Her last thought before she dozed off was of the far away island and the home she left so many years ago. Smiling she closed her eyes and let the dreams take her away.

Warrior's revenge

Grey he was, but not more.
Great he was, but not less.
Sword by hand and shield on back.
Leaped off the mountain with a cry.

Bleed for honor, bleed for fate.
Fought for them that had just passed.
Fury and rage, blinded by hate.
One upon one, they fell and flew.
Blood over stone, building and green.
Confused no one was left when woken from the blur.

Walking and staggering round and round.
Looking straight ahead at nothing and all.
Then falling on his knees leaning on his red blade.
Feelings were numb, everything black.
Unable to move he sat there til night.
Went down at last when wind moved him over.

He cared not and lay still were he fell.
Darkness upon him he steadied his mind,
he knew he had nothing to gain from the storm.

Slept until sun shone on his face.
Looking about sadly he took a slow step, then another
 and then again.
He didn't want to, his whole being told him not to,
but he knew it was the only thing he could do.

A step became a mile and the mile became a year.
He still looked straight ahead, blinded by the past.
The world was not there anymore.
The stars shone not,
the trees grew not,
the people were not
and he felt not.

Before Bedtime

The bird flew straight up side down into the barrel.
The boy ran to catch it but only caught the saw.
Later he cut down a tree and became famous.
The bird sighed with relief and turned to his mom for comfort.
His mom scolded him for entering a barrel in that fashion didn't he know they were out of corn and needed a new president?
She shook her head and went down the hill to the bus stop.
No one was there except the bus.
She entered and pulled the bus into a wheelie going down the dark side of the moon in about 2 miles per hour.

Time stood still when the spacecraft flew over her, checking her moves and nodded impressed.
It turned and landed beside her with a thud, pulling up dust all around them.
When they saw something again they noticed the pool was leaking.
The mom and the spaceship drained the pool and told it off with great sense of detail.
The pool started crying and filled up in a second and the scolding began again. This continued for about a century until the mom had grey hair and the space ship had gone out of fashion.
It had to return home to get upgraded.
Waving good bye the mom went home to her boy bringing the pool over for dinner.
It mostly need to replenish its water supply, but was happy to eat some tacos from back home.

Suddenly there was a great bang and the moon shook and the crooks took.
They stole the light side of the moon and all was dark.
The pool started crying again and had to drink a lot to keep up.
The boy looked at the pool with amusement, eating his taco sideways, which was his custom.
At last the crooks sailed away on their Harley's and left only sadness.

The Mom comforted the pool and the pool got drunk. The water had been spiked by the boy with space seeds from the far reaches of Mars.
The boy had been there last Friday on the school excursion. It was as good as any time to use them the boy thought.

Starting talking fluently in moonish, the pool started telling the dark side of the moon lies about the light side. "If you only knew the power of the light side." he told him and then went on to tell him about the girl scouts which every time they jumped had to spell marshmallow backwards to keep from burping for ten minutes. It was truly a test of immense power he ensured the dark side of the moon.
The pool felt his thoughts was fuzzy and couldn't think clearly, but he was still not convinced the boy was telling the whole truth about everything.
He got sick of the situation and went back home to his nebula behind the big bear.
Snugly he went to sleep nudging the big kind ol' bear looking at its cute little cub.

A flash and the ray came quickly into the light of day in space. There was nothing anyone could do and the vibrational bodybuilding flex was incredible. Everyone fainted and no one went home the same.

Sam the Herder was pleased with the result. He looked up from his magnifying glass and left the black hole alone. Going back to sleep hugging his teddy bear.

Tales of Flight

Every now and then

Along comes Super Ben

He is truly a lovely guy
Except when he starts to cry

Best at drinking the brew
Thinking all his stories are new

Tiring people with talk
of how he can fly like a hawk

Most people laughed and mocked
But Ben just knew he rocked

Finally one day came Will
And together they went up the hill

Strapping Ben up tight
With wings ready for flight

They shook, nodded and smiled
His fear was extremely mild

Ben was a natural flyer he knew
His tales with proof told it was true

He ran down the hill
And felt a slow growing thrill

Now the people would learn
How he rubber could burn

Off he went
Almost god sent

Up in the air
And people shouted "There!"

He flew over the lot
Suddenly he heard a shot

The bullet whistled past
He thought, this will never last

Immelmanning up hard
He tried to use it as a ward

The next one took his knee
And he fell down into a tree

A flock of birds flew away
Their home stolen for the day

The hunter ran in under
To shoot poor Ben asunder

Now people got really mad
Thinking Ben was kind of rad

They ran up and said "Boo!"
Will helped out in the coup

Hunter scared and shaken
Got his rifle from him taken

Ben got picked up by them all
Knee aside, he had a ball

Cheering him all the way to town
Even though he was in a gown

The hunter was jailed
He cried, sobbed and wailed.

Ben was dubbed a knight
And was always believed at night

When still he told his tales
Of heroism that went on rails

His only loss was a knee
He thought it a small fee

For now living a life so grand
Throughout all times' hand

Now I know you think I forgot
About Will and of his lot

He met a wife so fine
When he was out to dine

Ben was left without,
Always flying about