16 September 2012
With a bow and arrow, He's seen in the wood. Around his merry men, He's known as Robin Hood.
He gives to the poor, What was in the rich's source. He sings a merry tune, Until his voice is hoarse.
Just his archery alone, And his impeccable aim, Makes him who he is, And gives him his fame.
When in a situation, He'll get out safe and sound. He'll appear when he wants, And if he doesn't he's not found.
Robin Hood • Opuss № I