He wandered in vain in the richest woods br In search of a magic herb; br For the village apothecary too br Couldn’t offer him much help... br br He met those thugs in the market place, br The traders in real time wigs; br Unable to counter their cunning wits br He escaped with minor hits... br br Walking tired along the sea side gorge br Caught his attention a call; br ‘Get in here right now for better looks br And exchange your heads for naught’ br br The loss was too bad; he immensely sad br And irresistibly mad, br Went inside; the loggerhead turtles br Waiting there promptly had his scalp...