Little poem

Craig and his crew, up to the test

When dawn breaks and in the evenin' sun sets

There could be quarrel, there could be unrest

But Craig and his crew are up to the test

There is the warrior girl and her winged bird friend

Beside her the tall quirky ginger and his dance moves unmatched

Yes, the infamous pair, they roam round in the nest

For the gangs in the forest are but chickens unhatched

And finally Craig, the myth, the legend himself

To him no one dares just to raise their bare hand

He’s not meddled in the crowd of every day’s commonwealth!

As he rightly would, being the lord of his land

His name is so fearful — his name, no one‘s mouth dares to say

Clay pieces stay careful through the harsh of the day

But ah, in this forest, where no beast knows to best

Craig and his crew, remain up to the test