Monkey’s Uncle

Then the helm-smith, Hargith Macehand,
Son of Borad, brave bone-biter,
Saw the rushing, red-blood fighters
Grim and hateful, bent on hurting.

Macehand flyted, though heart fearing
“Wyrd is with us, weep not, Sommal
Some of Sommal, all of Sommal
Brace your weapons, we will victor!”

Reckless foe-men fell upon them,
Then they trembled, turning inland.
Evil kindred, Sommal kinsmen,
Left their hall-lord, hurt and helpless.

Fallen Hargith, helm full-splintered,
Saw the whale-men with their axes.
Crying “Traitors!” took a duck-call,
“Quack quack quack quack” cried the quack-call.

Guck the goose-son, grave and hardy,
Guck half-duck-son, dove to rescue.
Foe and fhennman fell afflicted,
Hargith Macehand rose to muster.

Guck the beaky, brave and honking
Slew the bearded, bent them homeward.
Guck, half-mallard, half-goose birdie
Drove the deadly dinn to doom-land

Gallant Guck-bird, bright and gloried,
Fallen fighters feared and trembled.
Guck up-winged, to the Western,
Left then Macehand, master helm-smith

dedicated to Dr. Rose

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