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SCHNUFFY CUMMERBUND

The March of Talbot Dabbings

The cry went out In Icemule Trace ‘At Arms’, ‘At Arms’, Make haste	Behind the walls The Elves they hide Dwarves and Giants Also inside	A glint of iron The hiss of steel The Krolvin Captain Begins to reel
Talbot Dabbings Gathering his men Will e’er they see The Trace again	Krovlin campfires Rising steams Cover the valley Or so it sees	His deathcry sounds The Captain falls A cheer goes up Then sadly falls
Brave Halflings march O’er ice-covered ground Planning to rescue The besieged town	A Halfling Wizard Casts a light Ten thousand krolvins A fearsome sight	A final parry Captains final best Dabbings falls Pierced through the breast
Halflings creeping Make not a sound Sneak under cover Low to the ground	Talbot mutters As if to himself ‘Must rescue them all, Down to an Elf"	Tho’ teary-eyed, Halflings fight on ‘Til finally All Krolvins are gone
The cry went out In Icemule Trace ‘At Arms’, ‘At Arms’, Make haste	As Halflings watched Krolvins attacked The walls are breached The town ransacked	Routed from Their own great lust Krolvin conquest Turned to dust
Talbot Dabbings Gathering his men Will e’er they see The Trace again	Stealthily our troops Draw near In the fracas, Krovlins don’t hear	Halfling, Dwarf, Elf, Giantman Side by side and Hand in hand
Brave Halflings march O’er ice-covered ground Planning to rescue The besieged town	Talbot hides Behind a barrel He lets loose a scream Sounding quite feral	The threat is gone The Landing freed Good men have died Heroes indeed
Halflings creeping Make not a sound Sneak under cover Low to the ground	The Krolvin Captain Turns in surprise Talbot’s steel Between his eyes	Halflings bear The body home Dabbing’s Trace No more to roam
The Landing Gates Once opened wide Now standing drawn Inside they hide	The Allies rally At Dabbing’s cry Krolvins left and right Begin to die	His name recall A statue stands Talbot Dabbings Savior of the Lands

What are halflings made of?

You might think they’re made of
Tarts and rum
Of bounces and giggles
And bundles of fun.

You may think they’re fluffy
And filled with good will
with laughter and humor,
They never could kill.

But halfings are crafty
They’re tough and they’re smart.
The smiles and the laughter,
They’re only one part

For halfings have backbones
And courage to spare
You’re foolish by thinking
They’re nothing but hair.

And know this before you
Come up to the Trace,
That cute little Tart-eater
Sets some rugged pace.

So spoil your new allies
With blue berry tarts
Realizing that halflings
Have THE biggest hearts

You might think they’re made of Tarts and rum Of bounces and giggles And bundles of fun.
	You may think they’re fluffy And filled with good will with laughter and humor, They never could kill.
		But halfings are crafty They’re tough and they’re smart. The smiles and the laughter, They’re only one part
			For halfings have backbones And courage to spare You’re foolish by thinking They’re nothing but hair.
And know this before you Come up to the Trace, That cute little Tart-eater Sets some rugged pace.
	So spoil your new allies With blue berry tarts Realizing that halflings Have THE biggest hearts