Finnsdrapa

Gather nigh, noble hersirs Hear my tale of hale hearth hound Hear of Finn, friend of kings Baconthief, cwn of Hradi Legsmall, he, with mountain heart Call him short he’ll bite your arse.

Fierce-fanged preyseeker knows no fear Chased Ratatosk up world tree Then stood below with cheeseknives gnashing When rumourmonger would not play. Chased thoughtcrow into frenzied flight Memory followed, in sky he ran Told Allfather of dogwarrior’s deeds.

When Finnegan met foulest foe Mountain huge with massive maw Gaptoothed grin with flapping lip Opened wide to gnaw its meal. Pale flesh would not burn in sun Thin legs that cannot help it move Yet bodies spew forth from its gorge.

Anger perked Holedigger’s ear Grassquick paws sought monster eye to rend and blind and tear white skin But beast was blind, skin canvastough. Legs spiderthin like spider crawls Fit well in teeth of small brown dog Who shook them like to snap a neck.

“Begone foul beast! Begone! Begone!” Furhero barked between bold bites. Dangling high from bony spur He shook the creature to its core. Deathpale creature tried to fight But Finn Deathcheater held his ground Till monster, cowed by dog, fell still.

Sits the beast now wreathed in woe Bested by small sharptoothed spirit Nevermore to gnaw on flesh Guarded by tailbiter’s growl Brown alesipper holds head high Small black nose more drawn to cheese Glories in more urgent quest Keeping warm the feet of Aine.