Ins was a farmer, of humgiis it is said,
And Ity sung her ditties to make money for her bread,
He worked by day, she sung by night,
They never met, or had a sight.

Till Ins came into town one morn
Arrived twelve good whole hours from dawn
He bumped into Ity
While she was singing her ditty
And they said, ''Tis a pity, 'tis a pity.'

They both went home to the humgii farm
And while those humgiis squeaked alarm
They married, loving, doting pair,
In the moonlight and the air.

Ins was happy,
Ity clappy,
They had a son named RYM.

-Accendus with a saga of love, bread and Humgiis 😛

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Scarlatan, in the year 244 AF.