There is a thief named Filfy,
By nature and by name,
He says no words, he loves his gold.
I’ll tell you from where he came.
This outcast knew no better,
He had no Mum or Dad.
And what he got by stealing
Was all he ever had.
It’s true he was a robber,
With force he plied his trade,
Until one day he spied a rogue
And learned another way.
With skill and not with dagger,
Light fingers gained the loot.
The noble art of dipping,
And then the work’s afoot!
You’d better look behind you.
You’d better watch your purse.
If you sniff a strange bad smell
It might get even worse.
Filfy went to Aldo’s,
He shook the hobbit’s hand.
And while he smiled and capered,
A ring he took, as planned.
The Dame, she was a beauty.
Her tiara was a sight!
But while she primped and powdered,
Her head got strangely light.
The mighty Lord Arduis
Wore armour hard and bright
Filfy’s skills undid the straps.
It vanished in the night!
So for his biggest challenge
He ventured to a lair
Where the fearsome basilisk
Would fix you with its stare.
He sneaked into the cavern,
He crept up on its back,
And while it wasn’t looking
Its head went in his sack!
So if you travel through the Lands
And find this fearsome beast
And if it lacks a proper pate
You’ve found Filfy’s mischief!
Now I was amazed by this as the only Filfy I have met certainly hasnt got the skills or the intellect to accomplish such feats. I think the bard had also had to much to drink and was telling tall tales!!!!!
