bernart
Snow White hair
Sits all day in a chair
Lived long
And was strong
Was far from dim
But mind was grim
Was once poor
Then went to war
Survived a deadly battle
Of fighting with cattle
Today he shares his story
Of honor and glory
His fans adore
While his haters ignore
In his youth he hid good looks
And kept his head in the books
One day his chair was stolen by crooks
He searched far and wide
But still could not find
The beloved chair that once supported his behind
One day he got an axe and went to the forest
He would make his own chair even if quality the poorest the poorest
He gathered good logs and drank warm egg nog
Then built a chair with uneven legs
He would need to shorten the pegs
He cut and cut
The legs nearly down to the butt
And it became a bench near the burger hut
He disliked commotion of the ignorant fools
He thought they should all be schooled
So he challenged them to a gangster rap battle
And won
Then he moved to a onnet town
And he proudly wore the crown
King of the bench
On top of the hill
Sitting there so still
There