She needs a god or man, and so I am so mired
and I'm just a mongoose, with my paws stuck in tar
what might she use me for, I will never go far
I just eat snakes and rats, far more then that's required
I struggle in the mud, and soon I am so tired
that I may join man's ranks, I wish upon a star
fate is hard to swallow, when you know who you are
my wish was there to die, for onto such was wired

The ranger came to there, and pluck me out of it
and took again his bow, and off again he went
the queen saw his good deeds, and she was thus impressed
she wanted him her own, he as consort to sit
why would this man refuse, that which a goddess sent
and how might that occur, who would her will to test

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