oh balo oh balo,
let's toast some marshmallows,
o'er a campfire made by some dandy old fellow.
and then when we're through,
let's ignore our curfew,
and take ourselves out on a trip to jaru.
when we get there, silly jokes we can share
while giving poor patches to a girl with a stare.
and when we finish up in the land far out east
and eat all the bread of the baker's (pre-yeast),
we'll move on to shallam, good old land of the light
though don't 'spect the orphans there to respect your plight.
(and this you may not know that i told them last night:
"don't give gold to balo, he'll spend it with delight.
and when he gets through it'll spell the end for you,
for i hear roulette attendants don't like orphans true")


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Glacian, in the year 466 AF.