The Epillion of King Wulfgee by Justin Bustin’ Gaines Perhaps you know a great hero But listen now to me: there never has been Nor ever will be a hero so great As the King Wulfgee. While still have I patience I’ll tell you a tale of Wulfgee, the wolf, And the wily whale. Many a year so long ago in the township of Geat A challenge was given, an epic feat: “Kill the wolf who threatens Gromeed, And cast its corpse to the entombing sea!” Hastily one acquiesced (yet ‘twas not Wulfgee) Nodded his head and answered the plea. Brave and bold, this man with a slave, But the hero Wulfgee, bolder and braver Grappled the fool, and slew his slave. “I am Wulfgee, King of the West ‘Twill be I who’s champ, for I am best. With that he left, strode through the town, Taunted the townspeople, sacked Gromeed And left with a frown. Nowhere was the wolf Anywhere found—no moor nor even A hole in the ground. But then at last Near a cliff by the sea, the wolf was seen By the hero Wulfgee. With a violent yell He walloped the wolf and down it fell. But all of a sudden, the cliff cruelly crackled, Wulfgee and wolf, the sea they smackled. Determined was Wulfgee, to not end his tale, Sadly, alas, there waited this whale. Too quick came the gulp, not a chance to flee— Down Wulgee went to the depths of the sea. Too proud was Wulfgee to admit to be bested He fought for a year, but still was digested. | 
