Riddle Rijm - Hartog The Archer

Hartog The Archer

I’m on a lyrical journey let the rhythm flow

From the jungle to the city streets, watch me go

Tigers are fast Tiger are slow

You didn’t see it, but I shot him with a bow

So watch out jungle creatures heed my call

I’m Hartog the archer, standing tall

and remember if you try to catch me, you will fall

from the tower all the way down into a dark hall

There you will find your fellow poets and dreamers

their souls drip into rivers creating wild streamers

and when you see the tree it will turn you too into a screamer

the water hose, watch out for the beamer omg what a misdemeanor

Cut, cut, cut we have to stop this story

everything is wet everything lost its glory

back to the boat this is mandatory!

the last one there will become a outlawry

Oh no what is that? they look like tiny bad boys with a huge head

run run run run fast they have bones around their neck and are really really mad

Their anger may burn but your legs are your might just follow the goldthread

and everything will be all right

(or instead you will be eaten like cornbread and your bones will end up in a forever bed)