“I remember your funny and lovely tales”, she yawned
She continued: “You complete my day with your poems!”
At first I wasn’t sure of what I did exactly, 
But as a shepherd I find pleasure writing away
Telling of my travels, of my long days and how it ended
Now, tomorrow I shall tell you another tale of mine
If you seriously say you love the tales I tell you, 
Then you must pay attention, for it is not just a lullaby

For some tales are ill, when I fought my fears; 
To swim in the Snake river which flowed west, 
And when I caught a forbidden crab from the stream
I must tell you for you wished to hear of the Python
That took a traveler who was saved at the last point
Do not gasp, you must pay attention, for some of my lyrics
Are not songs at all, but words others say or teach me
As such you must pay great attention to what I say