That great blue roan once again strode;
And that stoic man; on his back he rode.
A beautiful rhapsody of muscle and steel;
Battle scarred, war weary, with an iron zeal.
The bank of the brook sat a maiden fair;
Her flock she watched with pious care.
As the sheep drank of that water cold;
On came that destrier with his rider bold.
The man ensnared by this maiden fair;
Quaintly sitting, a beauty, calm and rare.
A rabbit jump did cause that roan to shy;
And caught off guard, that man did fly.
With a splash, he sat, in the babbling brook;
And that roan did cast a reproachful look.
His pride in taters, with her exclaim to share;
thus met the rider and his maiden fair.