Hero

 

 Gather good people, the young and the old
 To hear of a traveler, daring and bold
 He served in the wars, in a great naval fleet
 With cudgel and girdle, and wings on his feet
 
 
 They say he was born of a god or a nymph
 Left as a babe on a Pedestal's plinth
 Only the blessed had such speed and such skill
 And never was seen, a boy with more will
 
 
Refrain
  Centaur and Harpy cower in fear
  As our hero draws near,  
  Foes ready their spears
  But he runs in with haste,
  And they look on his face
  And see that his spirit is marked by the fates
 
 
 If he comes by a cyclops, furious and red
 Who threatens to crush his bones into bread
 Our hero relies on the shape of his brain
 And attempts every parting with minimal pain
 
 
 He knows in the past, these giants were tricked
 Robbed of their flocks, blinded with sticks
 He thinks for the grace of the gods stumble I
 So even to monsters, he's humble and kind
 
 
  Centaur and Harpy cower in fear
  As our hero draws near,  
  Foes ready their spears
  But he runs in with haste,
  And they look on his face
  And see that his spirit is marked by the fates
 
 
 When the boy became man, with chest toned and broad
 He crafted a plan to find goddess or god
 That left him alone, with such spirit and need
 He beseeched the blind poet, and followed each lead
 
 
 So he came to the briny caves, close to the sea
 And saw who had spawned his divine destiny
 A twenty-limbed kraken, with human-like hands
 Though he  buckled in horror, he'd soon understand
 

  Centaur and Harpy cower in fear
  As our hero draws near,  
  Foes ready their spears
  But he runs in with haste,
  And they look on his face
  And see that his spirit is marked by the fates
 
 
 His sire, or dame, he wasn't quite sure
 Pointed him to a shallow pool carved in the floor
 And he saw as he peered in that burbling ooze
 The truth of his birth was no longer confused
 
 
 And he knew that he must learn, and come back and teach
 Each of siblings, whether tadpole and leech
 And he knew why he feared not what old laws forbid
 Things are less fearful, when your mother's a squid
 
Verse
  / Em D C Em / C D G G /
  / Em D C Em / C D G G /
 
Refrain:
 / Em D / C / G /
 / Em D / C / G /
 
 
 End:
 / C D Em Em /