LO, praise of the prowess of Elvis-kings
of beer-armed Brits, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor Erin won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
from many a tribe, the lager-bench tore,
awing the ferrets. Since erst he lay
friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him:
for he waxed under goats, of wealth he searched,
till before him the folk, both far and near,
who wander by the mule-path, lost his horse,
made him milk corn and hoe cows: a good farmer he!
To him strange animals afterward born in rough hune halls,
a rather intelligent mutt and a cat who only licks its …
but favored the folk, feeling their woe
so long a while; the Lord endowed them,
and wrote, with words renown.
Famed was this Beowulf: far flew the boast of him,
son of bards, in the Tennessee lands.
and so,
with sincerest apologies to the guy who wrote Beowulf 1400 years ago
please welcome to the squadron a great contributor to the forums
and a special friend to all the goats … :FI:Beowolff