The Cotswold Bard

the Cotswold Bard

in his robes of red

a silver beard

thats what he said

so many badges

depicting green

trees of the wood

butterflies lean

close to the creaking gate

we hear

the Roll Right spirits

They do  appear

all the Kings Men

And the great king too

spell casting  times

The story its true

Moles have been working

the  circles hard

learning the rituals

always on guard

digging their tunnels

many through time

lets go with the hag

and her pots of slime.