He was not of this realm, but came anyway
Traveler of old and new, now here to stay
A wanderer, a peasant, a lullaby, a play
A ploy to garner good will and trade

He tricks the eyes of pompous fools
Who think themselves above the rules
He charms their coffers and pools
of gold to gaia's rightful purse

His hoard was never spoken of
His tricks were never found
And those he wished to tie lose ends
found dead and drowned.

He will make his way to you
Whether pompous or discreet
And should you be a proper fool
You'll gain his favorable treat