The lumberjacks grimm...

The lumberjack sighed at anothers demise, and thought to himself, this makes four.
"The kinght, and the lady, who cried like a baby, the boy who's sister I adore.
But now she's gone too, well before her curfew, unless the Lord ment to take her so soon.
Oh well, its too late, it was her fate to die in the fair month of June.
Where to find another? I could take the mother, and make it a family affair.
Oh, damn, thats right she fled late last night out of fear, loathing and dispare.
Her husband had left her, not much a protector, although he thought she too was dead.
She's gone to a church, with an alter of birch, to forever take her daily bread.
Fiddle de de, it's no matter to me, I'll just find my self a new pet maiden.
She'll cook, and clean, she'll be pretty and lean, and that is all I shall ask.
I'll take her voice, their is no choice, or else she'll argue her task."
He sharpend his ax, as he'd done in the past, but no longer for chopping up wood.
It was now a sick game to take maidens to tame, if they fought he'd hack them up good.
He picked up his pack, put on his wool cap, and whistled a pleasent tune.
"Four down now, and countless to go. The'll all meet their end very soon."