In a barn of hay a fair lad lays
Covered in dirt and grime
Deep in slumber he seeks solace
And rides his wildest fantasies
Of knights and dragons and faeries and queens
Of butter and bread and feasts fit for kings
Yet gentle he sleeps like an angel's kiss
Beneath his pallor a merry heart beats
The chirps of sparrows break the dawn
The young lad stretches to the morning's greet
To yet another sunny day
He whistles in merriment