Every day, the storyteller would return to the homeland

And tell the children stories of her thoughts and heart

She would tell them about her adventures

some with a happy ending but some with not.

The children loved her, and would cheer on her when she came back

and cry for her, whenever her adventures ended

So the children laughed and screamed "please tell us a story!"

The storyteller smiled and said "Alright, but this ones the last!

(ps, I lost like 5 of my pens so cry for me)