It's old I am, aye, and older. And so there are names that rattle still under my skull scales. Names I might hope are not lost. So let it be so, aye, and I'll hope they blush wherever they roam!
Ad limerick-um - Helcat

Did ye HEAR of the cat name of Hel
That did DANCE with a YOUNG Dryad gel?
When the dance it was done
Dryad tree there was none
But the CAT-kin grew terribly well!
Ad limerickum - Sonea, Mystif, Carinde and Kwinn

In the land of the Blight and the Green
There did walk the adventurer Queens
The Sonea and Mystif
And Carinde, lady Chief
And the Kwinn wears a skilt in it's DREAMS!
Ad limerickum - Rawdge

In the land of the Green and the Blight
Walk the Gifted and they love to fight!
But the Rawdge is a breed
With a different need
And he likes to sit knitting all night!
Ad limerickum - Kwinn (heh - again )

Mighty Kwinn went to blight for a Raid
And the foe they were mighty afraid
For the armour he wore
Made them terrible sore -
For he'd dyed it in puce and in plaid!