Believe What You Will But Doubt Nothing Excepting Yourself
Little boys with little toys
Did murder once a swan
It wasn't out of spite
But an ancestral right
As easily, they could have killed a fawn
Snow white feathers, crimson blood
Bedecked the miry path
It wasn't out of sight
But any poacher might
As easily wasted some useful breath
| Contributors: | Beefy, Apsley, Grayman, F, Padfoot, Roland. |
| Poem finished: | 9th July 2004 by Apsley. |