His Face *****

His face
Ahh, Harry
You want no other.
This is Harry's face
The only face he has, says he!
It's a great face, full of strength,
Mischievious smile...
Many a maiden's heart he's won.
Gazing into his eyes
But that's the face of Harry's
Has launched a thousand ships
Travelling far and wide
Across the oceans the sea's
Arriving in faraway lands
With the beating of drums...
The much-maligned pillaging,
Vikings...
But a heart of gold had he.
With roving eyes
Accessing his paradise
His beauties he came to see.
Hollering just like Harry
Wherever he lands
In a heartbeat...
His face oozing pride
At his beauties by his side...
All of a flutter
His smiling eyes had you.
There's something about, he!
The way he moves the way he,
gazes at you,
The way he stands his ground
His beauties running to him
Caressing his eyes a smile
Bewitchingly!!
Well here stands Harry
With the only face that, he has
Casting his eyes blue,
Beyond yonder...
All he could see was his
His beauties standing by his side
As they gazed at, he...
With pride in their eyes
The pirate boy, the Viking of old
The longest red hair
The bluest of blue eyes
Casting his eyes over his beauties
Such a thrill...
It was no surprise, as they gaze into his eyes
Rampaging Vikings like a storm
In paradise...
Through distant lands, with gust in their eyes
All over the bay, chasing he tirelessly
Harry's birds, their little flocks
With the reddest of hair
And the bluest of eyes!!