Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful flight
It started in the darkened woods
The moon and stars were right
The moon and stars were right
Miss Breeze was a young adventurer
Her blade was sharp and true
She happened to the secret lair
And bandit there she slew
And bandits there she slew
The hideout held a secret there
A trapdoor in the floor
It opened to her slightest touch
Though never had before
It never had before
*sounds of rushing water*
Breeze fell into a river that was
Running under ground
When finally she clamoured out
She saw another town
She saw another town
Hills and mountains all around
And not far off the sea
She checked the map of Valorn and
Though Caernivale this muct be
Yes, Caernivale this must me
There was no way of getting back
Or none that she could see
She longed to find a passage back
To home sweet home Dundee
To home sweet home Dundee
At last she spied a cannon there
A man said "climb inside"
And then she found herself launched for
A wild and crazy ride
A wild and crazy ride
The moutains there
Held fearsome beasts
And trecherous
Peaks of ice
Feroscious bears
And Yeti with great big teeth
Doom and death on all sides
*ominous thunder crashes*
Breeze woke from dismal darkness to
The Inn at ole Dundee
Trapdoors, mountains, and Caernivale
A distant memory
A distant memory
So if you're out adventuring
And find an unlocked door
Be mindful of this tale of Breeze's
Three hour tour
A three hour tour
(c) 2004 By *Ember Dumas