Istarian Pie - a work in progress
A long, long, time ago...
I can still remember how the music in Bristugo made me smile.
And how if I hit the Satyr Isles,
That I could make some crafters smile,
And maybe... they'd be happy... for a while.
But Nadia, she made me shiver.
With every tech comp she'd deliver.
My orders dissipated.
Her death I anticipated.
And I can't remember if I cried
When I learned her price hikes were applied,
But something touched me deep inside,
The day... the music... died.
*tapping cowbell*
So bye, bye Miss Istarian Pie
Drove my Yugo to Bristugo but Bristugo was dry.
And them good ol' Dorfs were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
And singin' "this'll be the day the Vielo die..."
This'll be the day the Vielo die.
*cowbell jumps in tempo*
Do you know the House of Pain,
and have you met Ms. Hurricane,
Well,
She's your escort to this little dance.
Then I tossed my cowbell around her neck
and said
Don't try to cash that rubber check
and she said
Won't you grant a damsel's last request?
*guitar strum*
I said, I know you'd like that flame-proof robe.
*guitar strum*
But those require Ogre Toes.
*music jumps in tempo*
So Nadia -- kick off those shoooooes.
Man dig those rhythm and bluuuuuuuuuuuuues!
Well there were hatchlings dancin in the street
When they strung the Witch up by her feet.
Even David's Gnome was there to greet the day...
the music died....
We started singin'
Bye bye Miss Istarian Pie.
Drove my Yugo to Bristugo but Bristugo was dry.
And them good ol' Dorfs were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
and singin' "this'll be the day the Vielo die..."
This'll be the day the Vielo die.
*Edited by Ophelea - added next verse
(more to come)
