A chaste & lovely maiden Loved a roughhewn sort of man It was a strange attraction The folk could never understand But she lived in a great tower In a foreign land.
The lad traversed the valleys The tangled briars low Great and craggy mountains Replete with ice and snow He knew that he must find her But did not know where to go.
He questioned people far & wide Of how to find the lass Finally an old woman Told him true at last But guardians of gargoyles Would let no one pass!
They would ask a riddle That he would have to tell What was found in plenty At the bottom of a well If he couldn't answer They'd take him straight to hell!
The rough young man, he pondered Yes, he was perplexed He had no ready answer Didn't know what to do next He did not know the answer And he was so sore vexed!
But a gentle voice he told him Just like a tender kiss What resides within a well Is always a great wish.
So the lad, he faced his foe So bold in his youth His answer confounded them Because it was the TRUTH.
He found the modest maiden Straight away they wed They had been kept apart But had higher love instead!
The moral of this fable Is the greatest wish in you Should NOT BE GIVEN UP ON...