The Ballad of Grorris-Iyde
Tis the land of Markae, my friend,
Tis the wonderful land of Markae;
Where the flowers bloom
And the beautiful plumes of the
Magibird flutter in the wind.
For this story is of the Magibird,
With is master at its side,
The master’s name
Is quite the same
As the Magibird: Grorris-Iyde.
Grorris-Iyde would fly
With the Magibird at his side;
You are to become
A master-not that fun!
If you touched some of the Magibird’s hide.
But for poor Grorris-Iyde
He was not a master-he would cry.
But he would so much like
To be a master alike
His father and mother of Gagrkyie.
TO BE COTINUED…