Unfortunate Fred

This is a tale of Unfortunate Fred,
who lived in Varburg and loved to bake bread.

An annoyance he was and the townfolk have pled,
that he is to leave to cure all their dread.

Fred walk'd to the tavern with a note to be read,
"Serving to all except those named Fred."

He did not care, he went on ahead,
but Madelle, the tender, her face had went red.

She gave a loud grunt and angrily said,
"I told you to leave, or off with your head!"

Fred was brave, but he did not tread,
he quite enjoyed his head be embed.

He made his way home, did Unfortunate Fred,
and went to his room to sleep in his bed.

Yet he began to think he was misled,
something he forgot but did not retread.

The 'morrow came, folk absent of dread,
for Freds oven burnt over, with sight of him dead.