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.