A simple
wayside flower
A red star against the green,.
A man of uncanny power,
Masked behind a wealthy gleam.
A lazy
smile, an agile mind,
Daring behind a charming smile,
Many search, but none can find,
Knowing how is a trial.
Dim days,
dark nights,
Across lands, over seas,
Close rescues, hurried flights,
Through mists and boundaries.
So come
and listen, close and well,
To the tale of the Scarlety Pimpernel.