The mission to accomplish, seems bearable to none.
Except to you, whom chosen, to bring the promised fun.

You ask in wonder, "Why me to task, a mission that seems in vain?"

Your answer comes in train of thought: One chosen to save our Refrain.

Weary last adventurer, the land you seek ahead. Elation in your painful steps, in the pilgrimage you've led.

A loss to all who reap the fruit, a memory left to honor them, a tribute to the Great Beans, and Valdron, who's disclaimer prefaces our works of fen.