Once I was a bard, was it very hard?
It was certainly no cup o tea

I dabbled with a monk, after being debunked
Didn't feel it really up my tree

Then I tried a mage, to see if it's the right page
I wasn't much of a happy bee

but what I really want for mas
what I wouldn't ever pass
is the perfect sailors class for me!

I would never knock a ship,
I would even rhyme for pips
Just to get that little, taste of sea

So will you let this wee
sailor of the free

Stop singing, and give him,
his ship of dreams!

oooh

Now i've been a subtle Serpent,
and I said no fangs i'd not be

I've played the pious priest
but it was not a treat

What was rather guid, was morphing as a druid
I just couldn't bear any flea

but what i'd trade for class
on any logosmas
in a navigatory sail journey!

I would never knock a ship,
I would even rhyme for pips
Just to get that little, taste of sea

So will you let this wee
sailor of the free

Stop singing, and give him,
his ship of dreams!

oooh

Lastly I was a warden, certainly not named Gordon
I eventually decided, this was not worth a knee

So I drift along the classes, searching without glasses
rhyming oh so terriblee

because i'm without my ship
that's no quip
Please give it to me!


oooh

That's the end of this song, it wasn't very long
but certainly, lacking an eiidle ee

take these words on board, don't let them be laud
and spread this little story

of this little sailor, bespoke as poor tailor
who lacks in any admirality!

*cue crescendo*

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Chronos, in the year 437 AF.