Along the way we picked up a journeyer of the lonely sort Larissa is the name to the unsightly face Though she has never been known for any tort She is always ready for an adventure chase
Picture a bear you see it is brown Like the hair atop her head She’s always riding with her head down With her mouth closed not a word said
Eyes that are blue and blurry Always filled with worry They could never show any fury The only words spoken, a sincere "I'm sorry"
As she sat on the mighty stead You could tell that other's words she cared She couldn't understand the pilgrims greed Somehow she always fared
As we see this journeyer now When the traveling is over She herself will allow Her bodies same composure
Which is her continued fret Her soul is soon to wither Though we shouldn't be upset And we should just forgive her