Slaybells rinng, are ya listening

In the Guild, claws are glistening

A beautiful site, we're happy tonight

walking iin an herbal wonderlandn

Goone away are the goodies

That we planted in your hoodies

We'll take them away and plant in the quay

Walking in the herbal wonderland

In the shadows there's a kid named Belgy

He thinks that he should weaar a burning crown

But Thakria begged to have their forests tended

Soo you just went and burnt your own city to the ground...

So Thakrians, blame the sorcies

If you cant find your forkies (herbs and poisons in your soi)

We tried like we might, to help spend the night

renewing all the plantings in your land.

(farts at belg and says \"That is my ass blowing you kisses!)

Written and shown unedited exactly as rendered by text based game bulletin board on Avalon Online RPG and by my hand on the 19th of Skyelong, in the year 1394.