Yay!
Kobolds annoy and kobolds thwack,
Kobolds strap the s^^rfs to racks,
Kobolds drive the others mad,
So when we leave, they be glad,
Kobolds think the others rude,
You be kobolds! We be food!
Umm...oops...let's try that again...
Dedicated (and borrowed from)Douglas Adams, whose books go off quite well in most Kobold gatherings, especially on long nights on guard against those pesky townsfolks...
"Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning"
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
.....I was told there would be punch and pie......
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Thats for the winner...Mind the Direwolves, they are fed on Kobold Minced with Halfling Egg (Or was that Halfling minced with Kobold Egg)?
Tuning Up
Clang! Clang! Clang! Goes the Kobold, as we tied him to a Bell.
It was only a matter of time...his musical value would tell.
I hear his small intestine twanging! Thumm! Thumm! Thumm!
And the Goblins up back are using his head as a Musical Jug!
OH! Steal me a Meatcleaver! Find me another one too!
How I feel so bloodthirsty when I'm around you!
Bang! Bang! Bang! goes the saucepans...What?
Shut Up with all the noise down there!
Alarm! Someone Call out the Guard!
EeK! There are Goblins by the village Well!
Ehem!
Kobolds sing for punch and pie,
punch and pie,
punch and pie!
Kobolds sing for punch and pie,
all the day long!
