One Warrior there was of old One mighty strong so grim and bold A fierce and savage kind of lad Who fought for good and not for bad But there was an evil plight Who's nemesis he could not fight Thus he spoke what a deserter His foes would die of shameless laughter He couldn't tell a proper story of slaying things Achieving glory, he babbled, spluttered, spat and hissed Because technique of speech he missed That's how a fighter stout and tall may be The biggest fool of allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
