Re: Henry's Ankles

[Patricia E Clement <peclemen@pen.k12.va.us>]

Greetings unto the patrons of the Merry Rose!

Even an abbess is not immune to the magic of Henry's ankles.  I
may be late in submitting my entry, but what the hell (oops!),
I just couldn't resist.

My entry takes a more "Classical" slant.  It can be sung to the
tune of "What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor?".

THE TALE OF HENRY'S ANKLES

Refrain:
Hear ye the Tale of Henry's Ankles,
Hear ye the Tale of Henry's Ankles,
Hear ye the Tale of Henry's Ankles,
Henry Best the Scholar.

Way hey, they're such beauties,
Way hey, above those booties;
Way hey, whence came those cuties,
Of Henry Best the Scholar?

1.  Long ago, at the time of Troy
A lass named Thetis had a boy
Achilles was his name, they say,
And Homer wrote about him.

But legend tells of another bit,
Which, alas, poor Homer did omit,
That Thetis had a second son
And named him Henry Primus.

	Refrain

2.  This Henry was a different lad,
For he had Cupid as his Dad,
And on the day that he was born,
The Knowne World gasped in wonder.

For Henry was an awesome sight,
He had his granddam's looks, alright,
A Venus spawn, there was no doubt,
Young Henry looked so lovely.

	Refrain

3.  Poor Thetis, when she saw the boy,
Thought of Helen and the fall of Troy,
For beauty is oft a dangerous thing,
The cause of much destruction.

She set about to make a change,
To reduce his beauty to a range,
That mortal women could behold,
Without turning to warfare.

	Refrain

4.  So again, Thetis went Down Below,
To the River Styx with a son in tow,
And grabbed the lad by ankles sweet,
To give Henry a'dunkin.

The woes and sadness of that Land,
Washed o're him with a fateful hand,
And cleansed him of his god-like face,
Until he looked just human.

	Refrain

5.  So Henry grew to be a man,
With a lovely face, but not too grand,
But, alas, his ankles did retain,
His granddam's dazzling beauty.

In spite of this distracting "flaw",
He went to school and studied Law,
Then shared his wisdom with one and all
Who cared to come and hear him

	Refrain

6.  Now all the sons of Henry's line,
Are scholar's with ankles divine,
They teach all men with words so wise,
But women swoon about them.

And that is how our Henry Best,
Got lovely ankles and the rest,
A curse and blessing all-in-one,
And now my tale is ended.

Refrain:  That is the Tale of Henry's Ankles,
	That is the Tale of Henry's Ankles,
	That is the Tale of Henry's Ankles,
	Henry Best the Scholar.

	Way hey - they're such beauties,
	Way hey - above those booties,
	Way hey - whence came those cuties,
	Of Henry Best the Scholar.
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  Patricia E. Clement    peclemen@pen.k12.va.us       
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    SCA    Patricia du St. Clemont, abbess
           "In Omnibus Frivolitas!"           
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