He lies and he pilfers, tells jokes that are crude,In grim Jotunheim, where the weather is freezin',
He's raucous, he's ribald, he's rowdy, he's rude;
He tricks and he teases, though he's not really cruel --
Just don't turn your back on that Loki the Fool.
Now some think that here Odin made a mistakePoor Lopt's reputation is not of the best;
By tying himself to this impudent rake;
But I'll tell you a fact (though it makes scholars mad) --
If the Allfather likes him, he can't be all bad.
He stole Idun's apples (which wasn't too nice),They say he's corrupted and wicked indeed,
Sired monsters galore and put Balder on ice;
And the gods all berate him for what he has done --
Well, gee, can't a boy have a wee bit of fun?
He tried to enliven sedate Asgard's hallsTo the end of all Time he'll roam free through the land,
By tying the beard of a goat to his balls;
And they say that his tongue's his most effective tool
(And that's why all the ladies love Loki the Fool).
Now scholars and such say he's captured and bound,
But just look at the world, you'll see he's still around,
For to live here without him would be just too cruel.
Oh Loki, we love you, dear Loki the Fool!
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