[Lyle]
Dear Monks, Dear Monks, what can I say?
My friends have taken your things away
Dear Monks, Dear Monks, what can I do?
I've come to bring some back to you
I cannot make it all come back
For they are bigger and older

But I'll share what I have in my little sack, and a few of my own potholders!

[Pa Grape]
Aye... It's the thought that counts
Dear little Viking boy...

[Lyle]
You can call me Lyle

[Pa Grape]
Oh, okay. (clears throat)
Dear Lyle, Dear Lyle, we like your style!
For we were all despairing
But you rowed your boat for plenty a mile
To practice an act of sharing

Boys?
[Pea Monks]
Thank you, thank you, Viking friend
No longer are we blue!
Rest assured that we intend
To someday soon, help you