Willy the witty lumberjack

A long time ago, when magic reigned supreme,
There was a man who cut trees.
He grew food and made majestic homes, like all in the land dreamed.

It was a time of joy and love,
It was a time when the animals spoke to us.

The lumberjack would ride on his cat, the ever lovely,
the ever huge,
the ferocious and cuddly, Mr. Humble Back.

On a fine day, near the river,
met Willy,
Ms. Silly.

They laughed and spoke, and soon after,
they were married for all to behold,
And Mrs. Silly gave to him, her magical clover of old.

The storks of life, gifted them a baby girl from heaven,
One whose laughter was long craven.

But as time went,
an evil wizard gathered his friends.
They spread through the land a powder of white,
which sucked the soul of all with light.

It took over his wife and threatened his child,
eating away into all alive.

Will shouted and screamed,
His world coming to his knees,
But slowly, O slowly he began to rise,
making a plan to kill all the lice.

He went away to saw and fell,
his talking cat helping all too well.

Twenty one days and not an hour more,
alas it was made, his more majestic abode.

He invited the wizard and his friends,
He got them all from their dens.
In secret he called, all their foes,
throughout the time, prancing like a doe.

Come they did, all friend and foe,
each shocked, to see the other ever more.
They shouted and cried,
each telling the other, that they should have died.

Will and Mr. Humble Back, sat outside,
keeping their tool, alongside,
They lit ablaze the heavenly abode,
Watching it, slowly all erode.

Soon it was night,
and there was nothing left in their sight.

The curse was lifted, the powder it left,
leaving alone the people of cleft.

He hugged them, Mrs. Silly and their child,
Mr. Humble Back, licked them with his tongue all riled.