So I'll teach you a tale of treacherous tools,

Full of fun for the maggots and fun for the fools.

Loaded with lice that bite every beggar

And nobles who know the best from the better.

So sing us a song to send of sleep,

Of crawlies and crunchies and creatures that creep.

Of beauty and bounty and gallons galore,

Of dragons and drunkards and lands load of lore.

A fuller fight you'll feel and none other you'll find.

Than the tales in these pages of treasure and time.

A hasty harbinger you won't hear again.

This failure of words means it's at an end.

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