Hush-a-bye, dear brothers
I will tell
tale of [bad word] 
story about my trials

First, I met a young maiden
She was locked up in a tower
She told to me about how her hair
Came from a magical healing flower.
And so we both ran from the tower
We danced in the grass and she braided my hair
Then away we go the meadows
She sang from her heart
I can hear it flow everywhere
I swear this to you
This tale is fair

Second, I met a viking
But *shhh* don’t tell mum or dad
For he was not a savage or [bad word] 
In fact he’s a gentle sweet lad
Cause we soared all the way up the sky
Touching the clouds and riding a dragon
Then he showed the way to the mountains
He showed me the ways
Of the dragons and their point of views
I swear this to you
This is all [bad word] 

And last but not least, I met him
He was young, courageous, and free
His hair reassembled that of snow
But he said soon he had to leave
But yet we still played in the snow
We made a few snowmen and sled through hill
And then fought with the snowballs against ourselves

And then came the time to part ways
And say our goodbyes
I swear this to you
They’re not all lies

I wish they would [bad word] back
But I know I will never see them again
I still yearn for the day they return
And she’ll sing, and he’ll bring his scaly friends
And the boy with the snow, I will see him again
We’ll dance and we’ll fly, and we’ll play until we fall.

And that’s my tale my brothers
The [bad word] now to dream
For there’s adventure in store
For you