Ode to Ferrell

By Aneirin Menelaos

*a folksy sounding tune, fingerpicked in a major key, foot stomps out the beat*

I wound down through Deglos foothills,
Where the rock gives way to green grassy hills
Gayly painted round portals, and tiny garden forts
Lead me down to the lakeside port.

Eridanus and Kitanya Hill,
Breagan Pond, Little Falls
Meygle pass, the salt mine halls
Roseberry woods, the Port hole inn
Over every hill a smile is passed,
From one smart village to the last

In Coventry faire, the barter begins
Some return, some never again,
At the porthole, hear the minstrels sing,
Tunes borne to Elysia on fairy wings,

Coventry faire, Huntingcreek Hills
Breagan Pond, and Little Falls
Meygle pass, the salt mine halls
Roseberry woods, the Port hole inn
Over every hill a smile is passed,
From one smart village to the last

Heres where the right sized
made their land so highly prized
and in the porthole stories are told
verses and rhymes made bold

Eridanus and Kitanya Hill,
Breagan Pond, Little Falls
Meygle pass, the salt mine halls
Roseberry woods, the Port hole inn
Over every hill a smile is passed,
From one smart village to the last