A daring raid is being planned, and Pick is chosen for the try; because he’s proven that his hand is quicker than your eye!

Marian has a dreamed a dream, of danger lurking for the bold; but Robin scoffs until its plain, his fate has been foretold!

When Little John gets in a rage, the Sheriff has him caught and bound; he drags him to the gallows but, no hangman can be found!

The flowers of Kent with nectar flow, and honey bees grow fat upon it; there Robin goes and neatly puts, a bee in someone’s bonnet!

The Sheriff never gives up hope, of catching Robin finally; he lays a clever trap, with what result you now shall see!

Sir Hubert is the kind of Knight, who cannot fence and cannot fight; he doesn’t know a lance by sight, nor left hand from the right!

Villagers are being starved, the outlaws quickly take the hint; and making money’s not so hard, when Robin has the mint!

Sir Dunston comes to Nottingham, it’s clear he’s up to nothing good; he captivates Maid Marian, and captures Robin Hood!

The Lady Isabella is as sweet it seems that she can be; she smiles she sighs she cries, but don’t believe all that you see!