There once was a land far way,
Where dreams came true everyday.

Pegasi flew here and there
Unicorns played without a fear.

Dragons slept without a care
Centaurs cantered across the land fair.

Green lush meadows spread as far as the eye could see,
Daises and violets hummed with bees.

There in this place lived a lass,
Who's hair was of gold,
Her eyes were of jade,
As dark as a starless night cold.

Her name was as pretty as her face,
This fair maiden's name was of old,
Her name brought remembrance of sweet smelling flowers,
This little lass's name was May.

This lass' wish was a simple one,
She simply wished to be, a Centaur Pegasus.

She searched every field, lushish and green,
And climbed every crag, rugged and steep,
Journeyed through canyons, desolate and lonely,
And boated across to the isle of gold and silver.

Finally, she came to a place,
Where fissures were all around,
Volcano's erupted here and there
And there was no place to bound.

Here in this desolate and lonely place,
She found her hope in abundance.
For the reason she had searched all the globe,
She had the ambivalent Gwythart, who could astound.

The Gwythart is a creature, Burly and strong.
Its skin was like scales, Silvery and long.
It smelled of ash and stank of tar.
Its abdomen was as round as jar.



There was a sign before this creature,
That read this warning, I must say:
Before one could enter this hellish place,
They must comprehend this case.

This creature you see grants wishes,
When you blow it kisses.

With this knowledge, May did go,
To see if she could have her problem mended.
She did all that the sign did say and behold,
Before she had formed the last word, the Gwythart did spake.

This advice did he utter:
This wish that you have made cannot be altered, lass.
Dear you May, your beauty is surpassing,
Why  do you desire to be another creature contrasting?

Old wise Gwythart, my answer is simple,
I cannot run or even play like my fellow mates,
I have two legs and they have four. 
They have wings and can fly and every time I try,
I fall flat on my face, in disgrace.

May, you do not need, wings or four feet to play.
Many come with this problem.
Some want their wings gone so they can swim,
Still others want to feet instead of fins.

They want to look like their companions,
And do everything the same.
It is not what's on the outside that counts,
But how we live your life out each day.

Many are centaurs and humans,
And even centaur Pegasus.
But they all fad as leaves,
And hardly are remembered.

But there are a few who have pure and noble deeds,
These we remember and honor for their leads.




So young lass the choice is up to you,
Will you become like everyone else?
Or will you be remembered,
And not fit exactly in?

Oh! Dear wise Gwythart,
This truth that you have revealed to me,
I have never truly realized in my heart,
As you perceived!

So May went back a lass
And not a centaur Pegasus.

She went  back to the land far away,
Where dreams come true every day,

Pegasi fly round the sky,
Unicorns go by and by.

Back to where the green meadows grow,
Where the flowers sing of the son's beams