oscar
In ancient times when knights held sway,
There lived a man named Oscar Skoglund.
With sword in hand and heart of flame,
He roamed the land and earned his fame.
Through forests dark and mountains steep,
He’d face the foes that made men weep.
A dragon fell beneath his blade,
A village cheered, a debt was paid.
But Oscar sought no crown or throne;
He walked the world, a man alone.
Yet every heart would sing his name—
For legends live beyond their fame.