Hope you all start humming along,
Alison
To the tune of "My Favourite things"
Blood drops and bruises and hiding from dragons, Slashing and stabbing and drinking from flagons, Enemy soldiers all tied up with strings, These are a few of our favourite things.
Holes into nowhere and dwarven enchantments, Undead that fall to our death-rune enhancements, Spells that work better when our earth-priestess sings, These are a few of our favourite things.
Cream-coloured bodies on blood-drinking bimboes, Escaping from towers that are lacking in windows, Returning triumphant and eating like kings, These are a few of our favourite things.
When Greydog bites,
When the wound stings,
When we’re feeling mad –
We simply remember our favourite things,
And then we don’t feel so bad.
filked by Mark Simonyi
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