Sif was a mighty fine lady

whos hair brought proof of her deiity

twas long and it flowed 

silken golden it glowed

and she cared for it lovingly, daily.

Could the other Gods guess from the color

that she'd bought it offline from another?

Dyed from a box

her intense crafted locks,

she'd wash it in secret

and just feign it. 

One day as she hid from the others

Loki knew that she'd gone off in covers

her followed her there

what he found was so queer

that he thought "Well i've got to tell others".

From his pocket he withdrew a small blade

to her scalp he applied on the maid,

and cut it with care

then ran off impaired

by the weight of treasure a plenty.

Thor found out by night

the trick played on his wife

her golden curls thrown to the shame.

When the court was adjorned 

was libel they discerned

and demanded he recrown poor Sif.

Her secret was out

the box and the lie

She demanded her payment be fine

and so off Loki trecked

to the lands far in the west

and spoke to the Gnomes of the land.

He plotted more trouble

in the end though no double 

could master the artful frauds dance. 

Avoidance was handled 

and he returned the mantle

via gold that was spun to silk standard. 

Applied to her head

no God dared spead

the rumor of how she'd been labled.

They preened and cooed,

soothed she no longer boohooed

and the story was struck from her fable.