Eyes like daggers,
Piercin' yore mind,
He is the beauty that only a pine martin is.
He is supreme,
He is our king
He rules the oceans we sail upon.
He is skilled wit' his weapons.
They never leave his side.
Although they will run right ya',
If they are inclined ta.
His brain is clever,
His wits are sharp,
He is as sly as the slyest fox.
Magical,
Mystical,
A living enigma to you and me.
And although you may not want to believe,
He is the ruler always to be.