Swordsman Swoops

The tale today is not a story of heroes

No knights with swords or archers with arrows

There's no bards singing songs or clowns hopping through hoops

This is just the tale of the boy in the woods, Swoops

At the sun rise he sprang with his mighty shovel

A bump and a creak in the floor as Swoops dug under their hovels!

By breakfast time, Swoops found the sweepstakes

He came home with armfuls of gold in time for Goodberry pancakes!

He fluttered with energy and a confident aura!

But by noon he was confused from the cooking lesson by Gorta

Swoops doesn't quit and held high his whisk

And by lunchtime he had mastered the Kraken Bisque!

In the afternoon, Swoops lazed about

Dreaming up soaring and catching colorful trout

But suddenly at dusk, it was time he explored...

He set out on a journey with his trusty sword!

Swing swing swing, he cut through the forest!

And carefully picked up moonlit flowers, a true florist

A flash, a sting, night frights were near!

A slither, a snatcher, a serpent drew fear!

But Swoops was not afraid under the midnight hour!

And dueled with the wyrm, swiping his sword at full power!

Then by bedtime, the story almost read

Swoops swooped under the covers, it was time for bed.

Goodnight Swoops.