Folly tells Marius and Ossian about Garrett, in the
from of this poem.
"There was a boy who worked with horses
'Til his life was shaped by forces
Out of his control:
It seems the dad he thought he had
Had actually only wed
To cover up his mother's bad:
(She rode a Royal Stallion
and ended up With Foal.)
"And no-one knew -- not boy nor king --
The man who wore his mother's ring
Was not his flesh and blood
Until one night, a sibling fight
Dragged unknown truth into the light;
The boy did not believe it right
Until his Mum confessed it
(And his sister caught it good.)
"So this boy took a little trip
T'explore his newfound kinsmanship
And learn what he could know.
But sadly for the stablehand,
Th'excursion was too quickly planned,
And so out set his merry band
Without a word to Mum or Dad
Of where they all would go.
"So stormed the castle hastily --
In rage his Mum moved race-tilly --
To see where he had gone.
And to the king, her onetime fling,
This tempest in a teapot bring
Demanding where her son had ging --
(His home may have been Stable,
But his mother's very Un-).
"But in Not Talking, blood runs true;
The cat takes tongues as is his due,
And men, too, will be boys:
So while his Mum assailed the bum,
Beat the door 'til her hands were numb,
He calmly beat upon his drum
And matched her screams of anger
With an awful lot of noise.
"Meanwhile, the son has made a home
In Xanadu's fair pleasure dome
And here, impatient, waits.
For though they talk, his father balks
When he asks when he gets to Walk
So in the meantime he must stalk
The answers to his questions
With a certain Knightly date.
"And as for all the rest of us?
We're feeling all adventurous
And full of giddy cheer.
The king's delight is oh-so right:
The studio! Electric light!
And though I know it may sound trite --
The weather's quite amazing,
But I do wish you were here."