A Castle In Opussia

In the beautiful land of Opussia
There lived a grand old man
He sat at the top of an ivory tower
And composed clever ditties
At least once an hour

He never went out
Face never felt sun
Nor rain or wind or snow
But in his heart
He was having such fun
And didn't mind any of that

His pen it flew across
That weathered old page
The ink making marks in its wake
As the words told their story
Of pain and of glory
And all the good deeds of the world

And the pleasure it grew
And it grew and grew
To all who would read it
And enjoy
Until one day on the first of may
In the beautiful land of Opussia
sitting up there in his ivory tower...

He finally ran out of paper.

The old man