There was once a lonely wanderer who caught himself mistook
As he sat upon the bar stool reading his favourite book
20 Women went to great him
21 was too much
Only one woman is his world of that did he love

On the following morrow, he clambered upon his horse
Upon the sunrise he ventured on his course
20 Men bowed their heads for him
21 tears each man cried
For today was that morrow
when the story teller died

For decades going later the feelings never cleared
Then in rode a caravan full of foriegn beer
20 bandits stole the alcohol
21 maintained that look
When fell in front of them fell the story tellers book

The bandits all then fell to the floor
but one who stood on high
Was never a bandit just a venturer in disguise
20 corpses lay before him
21 vows he kept
Now his fathers vengence had been finally put to rest

This could be the end of my tale yet i have one more thing to say
many years had past till his sons bday
20 he learned dance the knife
21 he was so young to marry his beatiful wife
And at 22 he carried on the family legacy