It is time for story-telling,
sit comfortably in your dwelling,
and listen to what I have to tell,
a story that ends with a bell.

Once upon a time,
there was a poet and a rhyme,
a poet unborn, a rhyme untold,
he lived in a harbour of old.

The harbour made him feel safe,
it was the poet‘s life and poet‘s grave.
In the day the sea he was facing,
in the night he was stargazing.

He wished to the stars that fell,
to drag him out from the pits of hell,
of...