Brave Men of Ole'

Torn ! We encounter many obstacles/ I'm not crazy, I'm just not you ! There is the High Queen/ Who often stands aloof ! To her unbelievable wishes., Who so often dines on a delicious cuisine, Richly content on their new ideals, Suddenly an opened door ! A given way of escape from the actual norm ? Brave Men of Ole' Rejoiced to tell ! A splendor in the grass; Hence, to burn in Hell ! The castle had a big celebration/ A quite good story to tell ! With many decorations far too many to count ? The number of various corpses that were their/ Far too many to count ! That solution was still enveloped inside/ That Court Jester had no place in which to hide ! Behind the hidden garb of false compromise/ Now does all of this come at a big surprise ? Just ask all of those children lingering in the swamp/ Never again will I be so overly kind/ To one Court Jester that almost robbed me blind ! By it's shallow creek, Their often lies a frog ? Frozen in time from the rudimentary sentiments of it's past ? A noble jeer of an abandoned but happy cheer ! That castle is in the outset of Friar Tuck's Square/ Lay barren amidst the golden jug, A place of refreshment to dine ! Like some snake unleashed in the woods/ Made Mariam would often prance/ About with a lattice fashionable decor, Stretched forth out upon the palace ! A Court Jester slammed his mallet ! This in effect woke up half of the palace ! An honest hobbit who had one leg pranced about with an abandoned frolic ! Throughout the hidden ambiance to silence the given moment/ Hence, it's gravitational pull may take many down/ A given time well spent in thought ? In willing to unleash that great power among the Jesture ! Now the wheel is turned/ To ponder it's page being turned, An inner impulse to change the way we are/ From the inside out ! Many are still said to be born under a bad sign ?