To rob or not to rob- that is
Whether 'tis better to suffer
At the hands of Prince John,
Or, lay out a series of tricks
And, by them, rob him.
To rob, to steal-Always-and by
robbing to say we stop
The pain and countless wrongs
Done by the fair prince-'tis a right People desire to be corrected.
To rob, to steal-Perchance to
eat. Ah, there's the snag,
For if it's stealing, what price
may be paid, When my band and I take a risk that Maybe accounted
Well that's one Risk I have to
take for King Richard.
For what peasants endure the
turmoil of the time, The Prince's injustice, the nobles' snide remarks
The unreturned love of fair maidens, the hanging of innocents, The Sheriff's
pursuit of bribes, and other problems That the poor endure each day,
When they themselves might seek
money With empty threats?
Who would survive, The immense
taxing rule under the Prince,
But the fear of getting caught,
The royal castle unvisited where
No peasant dare go, raises adrenaline
And makes us rob the rich And to help others with the plunder?
Thus good intent makes heroes
of us all, thus the look on the Prince's face Is reflected with humorous
thought, And riches of great variety and value With that fact my bow takes
And lets my desire lead the