Its been said as dimwits go, Knud rules. In villages across this land none ranked so high. The giggling farm girls twirl their clodded curls for him and knot their pollen hair for him to bring them flowers.
“Go get Sheep’s Bit and Sticky Mouse Ear”, but he saw only Lady’s Mantle, Maiden Pink. “Then go for Everlasting-Pea” (they said with glee) but he returned with Perennial Honesty. “Then Buck’s Horn, big Knud, and Toothed Medick” they winked, but the Bush Vetch and Agrimony made him sick.
Knud would kiss them, Knud would squeeze them. Raise a beast above his head to please them. Knud would kiss them, Knud would squeeze them. Raise a beast above his head just to please them.
But they scattered on seeing him return, leaving him Bogbean, Sow-Wort and Woodgreen in hand.