Once there was a dwarf
A nippy little lad
Always the first to come to aid
His swordwork never bad

But every night to his Gods
In the small hours he would pray
Please, Please
Let me get that feather today

Once there was a siren
With a voice so clear and loud
She could be heard a city away
And that without a shout

But every night to her Gods
In the small hours she would pray
Please, Please
Let me get that feather today

Once there was a atavian
Flying was his game
But he got fed up by waiting
Thinking it was lame

So THIS night to his Gods
In the small hours he prayed
Please, Please
Let me STEAL that feather today


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Miraman, in the year 366 AF.