Now in the corner sits a chair
I wonder who's been sitting there
Who's sat upon that wooden seat
And dangled both thier little feet
Off that wooden chair?
Perhaps it is a chair for tales
Where storytellers do regale
With talk of heroes and of gold
Such fine adventures have been told
On that story chair
Or maybe its for elder folk
Who sit whilst on their pipes they smoke
And grumble much of modern ways
How things were better in their day
Oh that ancient chair!
