True tale, long told, from some dead bard,
Time past when life ’twas very hard:
Each year ’twas writ, this time long past,
Some rule, some game, till days flew fast.
That year they said each word must hold
Some self same size (true tale, long told).
Four, nary more, this pact thus made,
True lore, we’re sure, from long dead days.