Little Big
His feet ached and his heart was sore it seemed from a broken sprocket
He had fallen and gotten up,
Sadly, lost his Locket
Through the dark and hovering trees
Did Little Big probe
Til he found himself a castle
A Castle made of
Gold
Through weary eyes and cold dank hands
He wandered in
From far away lands
He focused his eyes and they fell on a hearth
Warm and crackling, heat and cooking
Suddenly a Kingly man said “Hello, I’m Garth”
Well Little Big didn’t know, thought he had perhaps
fallen into a dream, But what he was about to find out
Was that his father was Garth the King!