The Monk's Morning
The Monk decided to hide in his cave of gray.
He lived in a village and then went away.
He lost his fair love and lived in the hills.
Where he was awakened each morning by spry whippoorwills.
He stared at a far mountain and wished he was there.
Walking and talking with is maiden so fair.
She played a flute to lure him back.
One morning he decided to pack
And walked several miles toward the tune.
Before he realized it was nearly noon.
Then he turned around back to his cave.
Yes, indeed, he was very brave.
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