Dashing through the land
In snowshoes all the day
Through foroests lands we go
Tending all the way
SEe the fire glow
From locations far away
Taking off the apron now cause there'll be HELL to Pay!
Oh Gardening, gardening, garde-ning we go
Over hill and over dale, in hunger and in thirst
Gardening, gardening, gardening we go.
Vowing if we have to fix these lands, we will take from Thakria first!
Oh Sorcs on Krampus ring
On Santa's Naughty List
From hears and tells throughout the land,
I know my Lord is Pissed!
so as you see the lands
again showing poisons and herbs
Please pants a local Sorcerar
Give them what they deserve!
Oh kissing Thaks, Kissing Thaks, hugging Thakrians all the day
I know some sometimes that the poor sorry sorcs
Would wish I'd go away.
I may not fight, I may not fight.
I'm just a huggy neutral PW
But being neutral means being both Good AND bad
As Elders could warn you.
So let us end this song
On a cute and haooy note
I will keep on tending gardens
While my family slits yourthroat
For Rangers far and wide
Are answering the call
You will never reallly know
Just when I'll just appear
Give you a wink, avoid your stink
And Moon you in the rear!
Written and shown unedited exactly as rendered by text based game bulletin board on Avalon Online RPG and by my hand on the 18th of Skyelong, in the year 1394.