You sits at her own front door, waiting on her man when by there came a lusty smith, with his hammer in his hand Saying, "You are such a maiden fair, all in your robes of red, will ya take me in yer arms, and have me in your bed?"
The initial confrontation. A dusty, charming smith arrives at your door with a hammer in hand and a song on his lips, proposing a duel of wits and magic where the stakes are nothing less than your heart.
The duel escalates beyond the doorstep, transforming the peaceful forest glen into a chaotic playground of rapid-fire metamorphoses—from fish to fly, rose to horse—as predator and prey dance in rhyming verse.