The Tale of Old Man Withers Gold Part One

Three little boys Went out on a adventure quest To find the treasure of old man withers At his place of final rest In the forest of many lost souls Is where the three boys would go A dark and gloomy place Especially to find some gold Full of monsters and goblins’ Unknown I am told That eats your body and even your bones Right down to your soul alone, I am told Knowing all of the risk The three boys would still go Cutting each of there hands And sealing the deal in stone The gear that they had got Wasn’t considered a lot Just three turkey ham sandwiches Cajun style and that's Hot!!! Eight bottles of water And one rinky dink rope The boys thought they were prepared At least the boys they hoped So they began walking to the forest The forest of many lost souls Down an old dirt road they went One with many rocks and stones On this dirt road The oldest boy foretold The stories of the forest The forest of many lost souls To prepare the other boys Of what was expected to come You could tell the look in there eyes That they both were ready to run But they both stayed Because there was no way!!! That a goblin who eats souls Would get in the way of these boys gold As they reached the forest The Forest of many lost souls There fingers began to chill Warm blood turned to cold They looked into the forest The forest of many lost souls Not noticing a single shadow And especially no lost souls