I wield my flaming rod with pride,
the halflings have no place to hide!
I'll burn the halfling village heather,
play a tune, enjoy the weather,
find the giant, kill him dead,
and dance a jig atop his head!

I'll conquer Muffy, beat up Jack,
cast acid darts and bash and smack,
I'll kill and maim and hurt some more,
I'll have shark soup in Ruddygore.

And when it's over, said and done,
I'll say, indeed, I had some fun.....

And then I'll yawn, and nod my head,
thinking wearily of bed,
for narcolepsy can be fun,
unless, of corpse, you wake up dead!

A guild to chose, invoke the Muse,
my goal is one of merit.
To join the ranks of illustrious Bards.
You don't like it? GRIN AND BEAR IT!!!!!!!!