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Author: * Adelhard Hasding -
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Date: May 1, 2006 - 12:29
Adelhard cocks his head, and half rises from his seat by the hearth, hearing some commotion at the front door. A man stands there saying something about "bikers"...whatever that may be.
"Nothing wrong with some words...as long as they tell a good story," said the longsuffering fellow, with a chuckle, as he kept a wary eye out for his enraged wifeling, or her three giants of brothers.
Simple Hymir met a rhymer
Going to the Thing;
Says Simple Hymir to the Rhymer,
Let me hear you sing.
Says the Rhymer to Simple Hymir,
Strike up a tune on your fiddle.
Says Simple Hymir to the Rhymer,
Hey diddle-e-iddle-i-diddle.
Simple Hymir went a-hunting,
For to catch a boar;
But all the bacon that he caught,
Was the bacon from the store.
Simple Hymir went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
Which made poor Hymir whistle.
He went for water in a sieve,
But soon it all fell through;
And now poor Simple Hymir
Bids you all adieu.
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