Good Morning to me, I need some Coffee, gotta go to the Bakery, good morning to me.

I wrote a song for my friend/cousin/coworker and her as yet still nameless band. It was inspired by a book I recently finished ingesting, Priestess of Avalon. I think Marion Zimmer Bradley started the book, and then died, so some other lady (whom my old writing teacher would have labeled "sentimental") finished it. It was defininitely cheese-filled, but I enjoyed it. Anyway, here is my song. I hope they record it and make me $.27.
He was a Legionnaire
He wasn't from around here
He followed the Roman Road
that lead to my Britania

He killed my lamb to dine
He drank my father's wine
The sword of Caesar gave
him claim to green Britania

My Latin isn't good
But I think he said he would
Have taken me for a wife
If I hadn't made him use his knife

He was...
He was...
He was...
He was a Legionnaire

My mother taught me well
I knew to cast the spell
He took the sacrifice
That saved my home, Britania

He was...
He was...
He was...
He was a Legionnaire

He was a Legionnaire
His bones are buried here
His son will wield his sword
Defender of Britania