I may not be the most comely of breeds, but I’m a fetching lead,
I wasn’t born into any privilege or edge,
I was groomed by father to slog in the line of persistent and patience
To husk, get a disk, and take some risk
I was groomed by my mother in the bare and balmy hands of care,
Who taught me in the ways of lord, and word
To build my home around a heart, and fight for what is the hearth
I was groomed by my grandfather
Not to be chagrined of my scars, nor mask ’em around the scarfs
I was groomed by my grandmother
To be a warrior, in a whole armour of fervour,
To fight for what I cherish, and flee from what can perish
I’m thrust to featly
I was taught in the way of loyalty and royalty,
I was taught the tongues of strength and breath
I was taught the heart of peace, and lease
I was taught to be beautiful
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