Once there was this little Reubenwarden Sandwich in my hand.
It got all hard like stone with just one wink of the sun crossing the land.
The little sandwich I clearly started to wield.
Off I ran nekked into the green field.

A butterfly passed by. No it was a dragonfly!
I ran after it - tripped into a hole and what did I spy?
A hive full of trolls - all names starting with a C.
One put me in a cage and wanted to eat my - I got help from a tree.

I found a stick - it looked like a lance.
I took another glance.
The lighthouse was far away again.
The lance fell to dust in my hands - nuffin for me more to retrain.

I went for a swim in a puddle of mud.
Forgot that I was still wielding the sandwich and got pulled down - feeling like a flower bud.
One of my feet was still sticking out.
The guardsman had to pull it - when I seen him he started to pout.

There is no kissing this Jester-babe, only one may!
HE however got named the wrong way.
HIS name does not start with an A.
It starts with a H, I am quite sure to say!

Not really sure what butterflies have to do with this today.
Perhaps you are able to tell me sumfin about it on yer way.
I might tell you about Lord Sartans most interesting day.
Will have to think about that - cause I can still remember my bum burnin from that zappehn.

May Silvestri Carnivalis sprinkle some pixie-dust in your face.
Stay all smooth - no matter if Siren, Dwarf or what ever race.
Make sure not to meet a Ketea, the Sargassum or Septaceans, perhaps even a Sheilei or three.
Be careful when you jump into the sea.

On one last note: if you find a bottle, please be so kind and post it to me.
I am not sure a box could stand liquid - might try it with some tea.





Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aeguary, in the year 895 AF.