Brave Sir Herbert ruled this tiny town;
With enormous muscles and a tiny frown.
One day, Sir Herbert took a little walk
And someone stopped him for a little talk.
"Excuse me sir, but do you not agree
That this old pine is quite a nasty tree?"
The tree had eaten fourteen kids that day,
And "it is nasty, yes," he had to say.
But Sir Herbert found that rushing in
Caused the nasty branches to close in,
He backed away and chose to use his mind,
The only tool he had to beat that pine.
What did he do?
Brave Sir Herbert chose to disappear
With sloppy wig and paint to hide his years.
A knight no longer: now he was a treat
That wretched pine tree thought that it could eat.
It grabbed him up but soon to its surprise
Brave Sir Herbert gained the real prize.
Fourteen children, head to toe in sap,
One by one he pulled them from the trap.
Only when the final child was free
Did the brave knight turn to face the tree:
"How's it feel, you carnivoric pine?
Get out of town, 'cause Fortemburg is mine!"
Of course, he ripped it from its roots with his mighty hands and threw it in the river, and all fourteen children are alive today because of him.
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