Songs of a Hermit

In the days of old when nights were bold cobblestones were hard on the feet, Their once lived a hermit but no one told his songs were like that of a bleat. The story goes he wore no shoes But wore a sheep skin shirt If he came to town the stones would hurt and the ladies were likely to flirt. Lived in a cabin beside a lake Had no stove so he could not bake He’d spike the fish, ate about 9ish went to bed with a bellyache. During the night while the villagers slept it was pouring rain but into town he crept Along the way he got a frog in his throat Now he doesn’t sing like an old goat!