Sir Reginald and the Gypsy
Sir Reginald was so brave and bold
He’d travel by land and oft by sea
His quest ~ to find the city of gold…
Following maps, he sought the true key…
Though read, they proved often too deceive
He sought a gypsy and bade her speak
Sweet Gypsy speak of that which you see ~
Hoping she’d reveal the fortune seeked…
Gypsy was clever as she foretold
Dear Sir, you must perform tasks of three...
First, you must bring me rosehips of gold.
Sir Reginald listened carefully…
Given the rosehips, Gypsy was quite pleased --
She brewed them watching as the pot steeped.
Next, he was to bring golden honey
That must be brought of the wild bee-keeps...
Sir Reginald thought Gypsy to scold
But, he desired the treasures she’d see…
So his tongue for now he would control,
At least ‘til the last task was complete…
She bade him drink the sweet honeyed tea
That night they slept tight, as she had dreamed
He awoke spellbound by her beauty…
Gypsy’s aura was gold, so it seemed
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