The Sparkly Road to Buckdell

A poem by Melotana, set to the tune of "Rocky Road to Dublin"

In the wee days of Somierach, we found ourselves a Flail Left the muck and mire, set out to blaze a trail Hoped in Riparian, the girl was not a were Met an upturned wagon, a dragon’s horn drinkware For days we plodded; we walked, and we trodded A dwarven caravan, ore and goods for sale We struck a deal, the tall virtue revealed A hidden angel guards the sparkly road to Buckdell

Hum, dee, dum, dee, doo ‘Hind the snail we walked along the sparkly road All the way to Buckdell, cracklin’ all the while

At camp I hurled a rat mage into a tree Visit from a Hound, crier of deity A hand glass he gave To find what she craves A halfling hermit dead, reborne, a culinar curate She made an arcane call, found a dragon small And even after all, more travelling foretell Our walking must begin, the manor we’ll move in Till I was near done in by the sparkly road to Buckdell

Hum, dee, dum, dee, doo ‘Hind the snail we walked along the sparkly road All the way to Buckdell, cracklin’ all the while