Oh what comes you, oh wandering travelers.
Did you came for wonders and till.
Oh why'd you come oh wandering travelers.
For I am still standing on the hill.
For many have come,
And few to be done.
Yet you that someone,
Have came till for rest and some.
Oh you wandering travelers,
What business you dwell.
For I'm just sitting here by the well,
Oh a sight over the cyclers.
Oh you wandering traveler.
You came now alone,
Where is now your dobler,
For here I am sitting on grass till at dawn.
@The Book Owl