You built a tower seven stories high
With a dungeon seven miles deep
Never has the sunlight troubled your eyes
Nor the moonlight troubled your sleep.
Your rooms are filled with the finest of finds
Relics from each era and age
Books writ with wit by the finest of minds
Your name scrawled on every page.
You wrote your song, seven stanzas too long
You sang in a voice sweet and clear
Now down in your dungeon, seven miles deep
You’re the only old soul left to hear.