Fleeter of foot, braver
Warrior than many a lad
I became a better son
Than those my father had!
Foolish man-like pride
Maybe price for this face
Will not marry unless
One beat me at a race.
Many tried, many failed
I, prideful, a fair prize
Cold fear sometimes
My hero may never arise!
He saw me and lost to me
More than just the chase
And then to win took on
Though slower at the pace.
Faster than him on foot
Not in the race of love
I gave in, I had to
Dare I challenge powers above?
Three golden apples distract
Slowed me as I ran
Smilingly picked them to my defeat
No care- I had won the Man!
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