A story about an archer and a lion

Let's build a shelter

And let the roof become our armour from the falling diamonds

Let the wall become the fortress and protecting us from bees and birds

I'm going to tell you a story about harm

Just try to extend your arm

Close enough to the fireplace to keep you warm

Because, honey, a story about harm is not always a good luck charm

You're now asking to go outside to get warmer

And what you will hear from me is an objection

No, darling, no, it's not that I'm lack of affection

But have you heard the story about the archer?

So, I'm going to ask you to stay and once again to extend your arm

Close enough to the fireplace to keep you warm

And listen to my story about how the archer has lost his arm

While training, he thought there wasn't any harm

Now you're freezing and I'm lack of sleeping

"can we please go?" but I'm not leaving

"but the sun shines, birds sing, and have you seen that butterfly flies?"

Yes, but you are neither sun, nor birds, nor butterfly

Have you seen yourself lacking?

In agony you'll see yourself falling

For the last time, I'm going to tell you a story about harm

Afterwards, it's all up to you to put your arm

Darling, I'm sorry there's no good luck charm

"I'm sick of stories and I see is charm, not harm"

You're walking to the door when I'm trying to tell you the story of a lion in a farm

But you’ve already been gone, drawn into the charm

No darling no, that was how the archer fell in the farm

Honey, the lion's fur was oddly charming and peaceful without any harm

Yes, the archer aimed perfectly, but it wasn't his arrow that he aimed;

It was himself, drawn by the fur's charm

And that was how the training archer, lost his arm in a farm