The Song of Timmy

Oh, Timmy you were no great fool
Working on your good ol' runes.
Until that Wicked John stole them away
The thing you longed for all the day.

Jealous was that wretched fox
Who did all wrong, and had no law. 
Great shall be that Edom's fall
And when he's carried by the pall

He shall not like Cormac flow
Down the river to pastures growth
But shall be buried in a hill of dung
For stealing the words of a Fatherless son.

The Tiny Frog and the Nailed Dog
Was sold down the river and on every tongue.
Wicked John found you and said, "Aha
"You need to work, like I, like all."

Thus, did Wicked John tinsel the curse
He said he was on your side, but worst
He said so many smooth and nice things
But was a wicked sinner, who shall be king.

And then the White Rider in Robes stained by blood
Shall dash him to pieces, the man you trust.