They tell of a young man tall, With fire in his hair,

Three woman he would come to love,

a foursome, not a pair!

They tell of his girl Egwene,

Stubborn as a mule. Nobody really likes her, She's a stupid little fool.

They tell of a gambler, Mat, Charming, witty, and true,

Pink ribbons curl to rule his life,

And he enjoyed it too!

They tell of a boy with Axe, Perrin was his name! Hairy and strong, wolf brother to all,

Faile he tried to tame.

They tell of an Aes Sedai of blue,

Though short, a stately sight,

Rand's eyes fell upon the girl, He thought "she's the perfect height."

They tell of her fierce comapnion, within his colour shifting cloak, Nynaeve was his mistress, that dirty little bloke.

They tell of a hotheaded wisdom, her tongue she liked to flay, in public she was a general, in private, she liked to play.

And so Nynaeve and Lan together, made quite a daunting pair, Warder and Aes Sedai, Entangled in love affair!