The legend of Robin Hood (poem)

Robin Hood’s a hero
Or so the legend goes.
Hanging round with Merry Men,
Wearing Lincoln green hose.
A Yorkshire lad from Nottingham
And all points in between.
A true man of the people
With bow and sword right keen.
Hearts broke across the land
When he and Marian kissed.
Standing up to the Evil Sheriff
He’s the man who will be mythed.
The names of those Merry Men
Trip easily from the tongue.
The Friar, Little John, Scarlett…
Known from the songs we’ve sung.
Then, one last time, into
Sherwood he hid.
We’ll never see his like again.
But perhaps we never did


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