In the village of Yob'sdale,beer they do brew,
fresh and strong.One copper piece for a tankard,
straight from the keg.With the setting of the sun,a day's work is done.In Yob's Inn do friends gather,exchanging news of the day.Cheer up old friend,
drink up your beer.Come the morrow,
a brand new day.
In the village of Yob'sdale,it wasn't easy to eke out a living and fowls are scarce on the table."If I catch you again trying to sneak a piece of chicken off the table, you're going to get it from me!"
In the village of Yob'sdale,the market square is where philosophies are exchanged with the druid.
"We old people have nothing to look forward to anymore"
"Oh? But I do. I look forward into the crystal ball.""Oh, and I see lots of fog."
Boxed up living.Does the heart have to be boxed up as well?Sweeping up bunches of happiness for you to take on the way on life's journey.With bottled up cans of beauty.
Food food food. What is the real nourishment of our soul?Through a glass darkly,Giraffe thinks beauty is the answer!