Choose a gift not chosen

His is taken from the frozen

Rite from lore of old

Is taken from a place of gold

So real was he at one time

Though what remains is known in rhyme

Or illustrated in the book

Please, new children, take a look

His name, my name

Ever real—that’s the game

Real person, character’s glance

Rarely remembered in the chance

Over anyone reading like a stone

Beyond looking beyond the bone

In finding out he’s real, man

Named in life, in tales ran

As his father can

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