Never Made Dinner

It's a tale of a hero And his sale as zero He held his hopes in the morning And end in the blend of the moaning He had hopes of a champion He used the strength of a stallion His toiling visible to the drudging hoes His endurance praised by friends and foes In the dusk aroused a villain Who licked and sapped his sweat's rain He fought the adverse head chivalrously But the villian broke dinner's neck vivaciously I wished in Israel is still a Seer Who could tell a man he wouldn't make dinner