Brilliant Bill

Brilliant Bill made all kinds of thrills for the boys and girls who knew how to find him. Knock on the oak tree, deep in Panopoli, and out may come the ole cranky hermit. He dances a dance which few have seen. If you're so lucky as to catch a glimpse, remember it forever, forever, forever. He is a mystery, an anomaly, a magician of stories. Listen close and listen well, you may find you like what he sells.

Brilliant Bill was sharper than most with gums and teeth like a billy goat. His mother was fat and his daughter was morose, but he, Brilliant Bill, was simply grose. Nasty hang bugars and sweaty armpits, the ole hermit never seemed to take a bath. "What for? What for?" he'd ask. He'd dance in circles and eat large rats. Children loved him and adults despised him. He was a rebel, a rebel, a rebel was what he was.

Cut down that oak tree is what we should do! Cut down that oak tree is what the people decided to do. So they marched deep into Panopoli, prepared to put the ole hermit in great misery.

But somehow, some when, ole Brilliant Bill, done got wind. He moved that oak tree far far away and children went searching the rest of everyday.