Gregor the Slowest

Gregor the slowest Felt nothing but fear To prove he was worthy He must kill a deer A great giant bat Was chasing him far He ran and he ran Towards that tiny North star The deer weighed a lot Tied to his small back He tripped and he fell He was under attack! He drew out his sword Sort of stumpy and dull And brandished it boldly Like the horn of a bull He slew the fierce beast Stabbed him with a strong hand Then he continued to travel Just like he had planned But he, he was careless Not looking around Big lots of danger So soon would abound He tripped and he fell Like the cretin he was Right into the swamp Full of monsters and fuzz Then all of a sudden He felt a strange thing A nip and a nibble And then a sharp sting He jumped like a moose Right out of his skin He saw a large rat To his leg it did cling A bash of his hand Then a kick and a stomp But to no avail The rat did still romp He sat in despair He cried and he sobbed And he could not swim So he had to bob A rat on his leg And his face in the mud He would have been dead He was in deep crud But Harry was near The God of the Dumb A snap and a crackle He was out of the scum Hooray! he did shout Yippee! and Booyaw! Then he sat down to chat With his savior, the God “Oh dearest Harry, My life you did save To tell you my story You must be the brave It is very thrilling, A strong heart you must bear I’ll start from the outset Its truthful, I swear!” Gregor felt empty He needed a friend He came across Zera His heart she to mend But she was a princess A beauty, a crest Gregor needed some help To prove he was best So he went to the wood To kill a great deer He rode off like lightning Just a small bit of fear Deer large as a house Ran into the path Gregor ran after But got way off track Lost as a donkey He neighed and he brayed Galloping in circles His terror displayed He sat down and cried But out of the night Came a huge giant bat All ready to fight “And that is my tale” Said he with a smile Harry sat straight And thought for a while Then he got up and took Gregor by his small hand He led him back home To his native land Harry led him to Zera So he could say hi He said hi very well And his fortunes did fly They fell deeply in love And had many kids Now Gregor has friends And a few little squids And that is the tale Of poor little Greg His fortunes did rise Right out of the dregs With some help, he flew Right out of his hole Didn’t need to dig down Like a little blind mole