#oldstories
A lively fellow
A helpful sort
Found hunting and fishing
To be a good sport
One day he resolved
To go to the wood
To shoot a fowl
The idea sounded good
He saw a man a-walking
And so he went on talking
And helped the man carry a keg
Of beer or spirits or something,
Came to a strange valley
Found bowling pins
Not a bowling alley
Some weird men that were a-bowling,
Now while this was about
He came and took a draught
Of the keg and he found out
He felt he ought to sleep.
He woke up by a tree
His hunting gun, rusty,
His dog nowhere to be seen
And thought of those things
That happened before he slept
He swept his feet away to find
The place that he had left,
Strange confusion filled his face
For couldn't find the place
Where he was sure it had been
So he left again,
He went to his hometown
Changed in many ways
The people, tavern, and his house
Had all suddenly changed
He inquired of some people
About his missing friends
And to our surprise
This Rip Van Winkle guy
Had slept through the American Revolution!
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC