Robin Good and his Merry Hen

“Well I’ll be jiggered, I’ll be blown, upon my Charger all alone!”

Robin Good of Beerwood Forest, had that day been to the florist.

Maid Carrion his bow, his love, had slipped away with a ‘Turtle Dove’

Friar Duck, a bird of the cloth had pre-warned Robin of her wroth.

“She’s not too happy Robin Good In fact she feels misunderstood;

Whilst Long-Bill Scarlet played his lute, Little Ron ‘put in the boot’

“Just because Robin’s bought some flowers doesn’t give him magic powers!”

A Thunder Clapped! The trees bent double, Little Ron had caused some trouble.

The Windy Witch upon her broom, Crashed to earth with an almighty boom.

“Who’s the one with magic powers?”

Her screeching shrivelled Robin’s flowers!

“I wa was only jo joking” stuttered Ron, then with a puff of smoke Ron was gone.

“It’s no good hiding in that ditch, and don’t lie to me!” screeched the witch.

Ron stood up covered in grime ,his hair was dripping with green slime.

“There’s Magic missing from my pot, it must have been stolen by you lot!”

“Please Windy Witch” Robin exclaimed, “It’s always us lot that get blamed!”

“The truth is Windy, Maid Carrion’s flown, and she’s taken my brand new mobile phone, 

If there’s Magic missing, we’re not to blame It’s been nice to meet you all the same”

The Sheriff of Rottingham was a Pig he wore a long black curly wig,

“Robin’s Taxi’s he’s not paid, so my Dove’s kidnapped his Virgin Maid!”

He laughed and laughed then with a cough, stuck his head into his swill filled trough,

he pulled it out and licked his snout, “I’ll get my money without a doubt”

“I’ll shoot an arrow in the air, and where it lands I don’t really care,

a ransom note I’ll tie on tight, so not to break off during flight”

He pulled his bow and with a twang, the arrow landed with a bang.

The Merry Hen he looked quite glum

the arrow had landed in his bum! 

“I must tell Robin” clucked the hen, he’ll have to gather his Merry Men,

then storm the Castle with great haste, there really is no time to waste.

The Merry Men fetched bows and arrows,

and set off marching with a flock of sparrows.

As they neared the castle gates the hen squawked,

“Watch out Mates! They’ve glued Maid Carrion to the Gates,

Maid Carrion reached for Robin’s phone, then dialled a number with a groan,

“Windy Witch, is that you? The Sheriffs got me, and your Magic too!”

The sky flashed with wild forked lightening, a storm erupted, it was quite frightening.

“You! you beast of Rottingham,

I shall turn you into Jam, release Maid Carrion now, if you please,

or I’ll turn you all to cheese!”

The Sheriff peeled her from the wall then punctured the Merry Hen’s Ball,

“Have your Maiden, Robin Good, It’s just that I’m misunderstood,

I only want to play and skip, so please don’t lash me with your whip!”

On Robin’s charger Carrion jumped;

Then into the sunset the great horse thumped.