Ancestral Lore

Have you heard Of Thomas The Rhymer It is told that I sprang from his loins Many years Long gone past Yet the tales That last Are often quietly purloined The story goes He disappeared To consort with the elfin queen He returned By and by Telling this lie to any who thought it keen Maybe he stayed To long in His cups to go home in disgrace Of the dreaded din And the rolling pin He knew he'd surely face So he stayed away And worked On his Rhymes Till they rolled As a river In spring And marched back home tail in the air this mythical bit to sing Honey I was held prisoner By a power I couldn't prevail She granted this gift as she sent me away If I promised that I would not tell The way to And means of her kingdom A treasure you would not believe When I left I'm certain It broke her heart for She wore it displayed on her sleeve You my Darling Darlin Are my very soul Reason to live After all this time I convinced her No greater wealth could she give I know he lived To procreate So she killed him not on the spot So I really should Thank Thomas and wife For this affliction I've got