Poem:
If I had my life to live over,
I'd live it over a bar.
At closing time, I would never have to go far,
a few steps across the floor,
up the stars to bed.
If I had my life to live over,
that's where I would be instead.
Song [to the tune of summertime:
Summertime, and the questing is easy,
tourney fighting, questing at night,
well your healer's dead, and your blacksmith is missing,
come on front line, don't you die.
[Free-form scat. I think I mentioned head armor, heal limb, while also doing some "De de de's" and "bah bah bah's"]
Come on front line, don't you die....
