Going back to the cabin in the woods
Where none can see
The Ranger hides there in disguise
Like a ghost or a spy
For my reader I tell
The information I shall sell
Of training for five years
To give enemies ghostly fears
In year one you learn to
Finish the cleaning mentors can’t do
Come year two you will learn
The skills every archer yearns
Year three out and in-
Apprentices ,mentors like fire in the kitchen
In year four the year shall fill
Perfect every single skill
In year five
Apprentices strive
Use your knife in it’s sheath
To earn your silver oakleaf