when I was a youngun'
I was a stable boy
the stable was me lair
an' I took care of a mare

ahh, me Poppet was a beauty
her colors like the fresh golden brown scones
me mother made
fresh from the oven.

I slept in the stable loft
among the hay
that is where I lay
an' do still unto this day

an' then one May day
I dread to say
from Poppet I came down
and encountered a groom's dreaded frown

"You're in trouble, me lad!"
boomed the groom
trembling, terror trampled
through me

"I, sir?"
"Scurvy tart,
scared yer liver
right out o' ya, huh?"

sagging with relief,
and almost to me disbelief,
a smile was there
upon that grooms face.

and he turned around
and there she was
my little Moppet
a new friend for bigger Poppet

when I was a youngun'
I was a stable boy
the stable was me lair
and I took care of two mares.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lanosian, in the year 111 MA.