femalefred
Overly obsessive RPer
Lazy Wretch
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Post by femalefred on Feb 21, 2005 16:49:13 GMT -5
This is kind of a ballad by Kerituin, if it ever gets used in an RP. Huzzah. Here it is, anyway:
The hummingbird, he liked to fly from flow’r to flow’r to flow’r, He liked to fly between the blooms that grew up a maiden’s tower. She put out lilies, lilacs sweet and other fragrant blooms To draw the bird from down below and right up to her room. “Oh hummingbird, my mother says this month I must be wed, But I have no suitor I would choose to take unto my bed.” The hummingbird looked as though he were about to speak, But instead he turned and looked, pointing southward with his beak. There sat an Elven Prince down south, he sat on an Elven Throne, And he loved the maiden and she loved him, though neither one had known. The hummingbird lead her down south, and he up to the north The road was long and steep and old, but they met upon the fourth. That instant then, in love were they, that evening they were wed, And so the maiden found her love and wore a crown upon her head. The hummingbird then turned and went, he flow most far away So that he might help another maid, upon another day.
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