Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: caz@owlnet.rice.edu (HWRNMNBSOL) Subject: Listener: Hard at Play Message-ID: Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1993 20:14:01 GMT The beams are lower over the mantel of the hearth in the Dragon's Inn. That is Listener's favorite perch. He likes to sit with his legs stretched along the joists, his hair brushing the roof, just playing his lute or mandolin, or perhaps singing a ballad or two. There's not a lot of work in Generica for yet another bard. Fortunately, Listener isn't strapped for cash. He spends a good bit of time here, in his favorite place, just playing. He'll play for a copper, or a drink or meal, or a good story (if you've got one) or a new song (if you'll play it). He'll play for free if you ask. It's what he does. - * - HARVEST FOLLY Red leaves; stiff breeze Grapes are hanging from the vines Cold morn; tall corn Time to pull the fishing lines Youths and maids will dance amidst the holly; oh! Drunk on wine and high on harvest folly. Jim knows sweet Rose Midnight meetings; summer love Chaste kiss; pure bliss Stars are smiling from above These are simple days of making jolly; oh! But 'ware the lure of dire harvest folly. Worst fears; salt tears Papa caught her in a lie Rich girl; farm churl Go back to your filthy sty Chilly air makes tempers rough and brawl-ly, oh! Check yourself for signs of harvest folly. Strong grasp; last gasp Sleeping never looked so still Can't be; must flee Want to stop but never will Restless souls hide beasties creepy-crawlly, oh! They come out once a year -- for harvest folly. Come out Once a year For Har Vest Fol Ly - * - WIZARDRY I know a magic sorcery of power legendary It raises mighty armies and it calls the beasts and faeries It's not a bolt or warding, and it's not a charm or curse; It's the gift of song So sing along You'll never fare the worse. I've got a magic cantrip and its potency is boundless It's not a glowing amulet or shoes to make you soundless It's not a rod or staff or wand, with fireballs a-blasting; It's the gift of song So sing along You're better for the casting. I have a magic potion that I'm sure you'll find amazing Its healing power's famous, and its balm sets souls a-blazing It's not a salve or antidote; it won't protect from fire; It's the gift of song So sing along Or better; get a lyre. I have an incantation that will make you stare and wonder It won't give piglets cholera or break strong chains asunder It won't send from Valhalla a small horde of pliant nurses; It's the gift of song So sing along.......... So sorry -- out of verses. -- HWRNMNBSOL