Dear Monks

Dear Monks, Dear Monks, what can I say?
My friends have taken your things away
Dear Monks, Dear Monks, what can I do?
I've come to bring some back to you
I cannot make it all come back
For they are bigger and older

But I'll share what I have in my little sack
And a few of my own potholders!

Aye it's the thought that counts
Dear little Viking boy

You can call me Lyle

Oh, okay (clears throat)
Dear Lyle, Dear Lyle, we like your style!
For we were all despairing
But you rowed your boat for plenty a mile
To practice an act of sharing

Boys?

Thank you, thank you, Viking friend
No longer are we blue!
Rest assured that we intend
To someday soon, help you