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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Robin Hood It was in the time of John In the days that have long gone When the plight of right and wrong A test was set It took a man of iron will To battle on until A nation he would thrill They’d ne’er forget For John was all consumed by greed He over taxed those most in need Pleas of the peasants wouldn’t heed How they’d shout Though against his deep belief Robin became a famous thief To muster hope and some relief For those without Stepped forward Robin Hood With his motives understood He set out to do some good For the poor To his side a band of men Some of sword and some of pen Gathered round him, planned and then Evened the score High adventures, escapades Among the woods and leafy glades As Robin led his daring raids He did surprise Pouncing on the shallow rich From every tree and bush and ditch Relieving them of every stitch To equalize When the news to John was brought He ordered Robin must be caught Example to the people taught To keep them bound Soldiers he sent out in the wood Blundered about, it was no good No sight or sound of Robin hood Was to be found With a price upon his head Wanted both alive or dead Not a clue did one man shed As to his lair For all good men could plainly see Through his selective robbery It was the way it had to be To make life fair For their king old England yearned And when at last Richard returned He found a lesson had been learned Of how to rule Of your people earn their trust Let your reign be fair and just And remember that you must Ne’er be cruel Though a saint he’d never be For he’d robbed to set men free From the awful tyranny Of evil John Still he’s hard not to admire Whether surf or land-borne squire To his height try to aspire Everyone When he knew that he would die He shot an arrow through the sky Where it stuck he wished to lie Next Sherwood oak Though the truth may now be faint And the story old and quaint He remains a noble saint To all good folk.
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