There was a man in black
Who sung of Gabriel’s Trumpet;—
A prophet he was, who sung sad odes
Of those about to die.
Some elves peeped through the walls
Spying the songs he’d sing.
He sung his sad odes
But the elves, having power over time
Went back and sung them
Then Albion’s Queen saw this thing;—
When times are tricked,
She investigates the matter.
She found the man innocent,
And therefore, let him sing his sad odes.
For, none could understand his odes
When the elves sung them.
They needed the man in black