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A fathers legacy
Their father left them all he had, five pounds of sugar more or less.
His three sons took a sack a piece; and left to find their lifes success.
The oldlest took his to a pub; and traded it for drinks.
It soon was gone; and didn’t last as long as most would think.
The second born took his to sea; but soon came home again;
His sugar, left out on the deck; had melted in the rain.
The third son left for foreign lands; where hed heard the reigning king;
Had a sickly daughter who refused to eat a thing.
The posters in this little town proclaimed to grant a wish,
To anyone who could prepare such a royal dish,
That once his daughter tasted it; she just could not resist.
He stood in line for hours; while others tried to win her;
Then from his sack he sprinkled some sugar on her dinner!
She cleaned the plate and asked for more; the brothers fate was sealed.
The king gave him a castle; and knighthood as he kneeled.
The moral of the story, I leave dear ones to you.
Not rain nor drinks can beat, me thinks a royal ingenue
Who will not eat, what is not sweet; to trust your future to!
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