I set out a canvas
and six bending sticks.
If its a trying yer after
Fer testing the ticks
Down past the willows
a rather flat spot
Go raise a hut
and build ye a cot.
Take the retriever,
a shot, and a round.
Sleep and relax
as I hear every sound.
I pray that this wee one
marries the stars.
On nights in my garden
Walled from 'er wars.
-Hermit King-
