The Tailor-A fairy tale

You better not bother with me

I’m as strong as the devils knee

I’ll never break

But your life I’ll take

So you better not bother with me

If you read what is on my belt

You’ll not want my hand to be felt

I killed seven

And I’ll to do eleven

So beware of whats on my belt

I killed seven in a blow

But the one thing you don’t know

What by my hand dies

Are only flies

But still I killed seven in a blow

I come to the Kings great gate

And there I do wait and wait

“Till the watchman comes

And in he lets

The one who waits at the King’s great gate

Before the King I stand

And before him I demand

That he read my belt

And my position set

As before the King I stand

The King let me in on a whim

Because i promised to him

The giants will be dead-

And don’t take my head

Though you brought me in on a whim

I left the men at the forest edge

And this they were happy to pledge

To wait for me here

Till my voice they hear

So I left them at the edge

The Giants I soon found
Asleep they were, on the ground

Ugly they looked

And bad they smelled

But the Giants I had found

I proceeded to climb up a tree

And weapons I had brought with me

I let down rubble

Which Lighted on the skull

Of the Giant beneath the tree

I heard him grunt and all befuddled

Call to his ugly comrade

Don’t bump me

Ya dead tree

For he was quite befuddled

I switched to the other,

When the first’s name was dreamer

And so the fun

Was soon begun

As I switched from one to the other

With my ingenuity, the two hulking beasts

Were soon derailing there grievances

But not with words

But only blows

For they were but hulking beasts

At last they fell, each defeated,

And both, fortunately, dead

I dismounted

And used my sword

To make them seem by me defeated

And than to my men, I hastened to call

To bear away the fallen

And I told them with ease

What I did please

Seven in a blow, this was two, easy call

The King was delighted

That his enemies were slighted

But of the reward

He slowed

And decided he wasn’t delighted

So I was soon told, that an old unicorn

Had ravaged the forests by horn

I was to catch

The unruly retch

That terribly horned unicorn

I said twas no matter, For seven in a blow

As that was my fame, I let all know

I went to the forest

In my sunday best

For it was no matter, for seven in a blow

When the unicorn came, and charged

I stood still and than stepped

And the unicorn

Left It’s horn

Quite well embedded in the tree where it’d charged

I sawed off the horn, and brought the unicorn

Quite docile to the King, right up to the throne

But the King decided

He wasn’t satisfied

Even though I brought back the Unicorn

Once more we agreed, and the next day at four,

I, unharmed, brought back a great boar.

And the princess was mine

The King had us married

At last, the next day at four.

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