“They popped right off! They ran and ran, off to the hills!” Or so he said Promising him his legs, I ran off
When I was a young boy Looking for this poor man’s legs I met a man with no arms,
“They were choking me, so I cut them both off”
Or so he said. Grinning at me, he told me his tales Tales of the moon and the rabbits, Of the turtle and the hare, Of the squirrel and her treasure, And of the man with no legs.
I took the man’s legs and never broke my promise, In return I took the old man’s arms To right my rightful wrong
Looking back now I can see a fatal error, If only I could have learned it sooner; You see, I was not a smart young boy Or so they said For I lost my ears along the way
I love telling stories. This is one of my first attempts at a more literal tale through poetry [after some heavy editing ;)]. "the squirrel and her treasure" is a reference to one of my other stories, if anyone is confused!