I have a few little songs that I've been writing for my D&D bard character to sing. This is another silly one. My bard will have a full songbook soon.
Hey nonny nonny Oh nonny oh Hey nonny nonny oh
Hey diddle diddle This is the riddle Of the boy who flew to the moon The rockets were scrapped And the beer kegs were tapped to provide enough lift for the balloon.
Here is another lofi dining room recording of a short song I wrote for my D&D bard to sing. We have a session coming up soon and I'm building up quite a little repertoire of songs for him to sing.
Now we shall sing Now we shall sing Now we shall sing of the irony of kings and all manner of vain and worthless things.
This little song began as another short ditty for my D&D bard character to sing, but as I carried the mail out and about this week, I greatly expanded it into something like a full song.
Say good morning while it is still morning
Say it and be true Then good morrow, now say good morrow I'll share this blessing with you
I remember I used to go skipping When I was a little boy Now I'm grown up and grown older I think I've forgotten that joy
There once was a kitten named Callie Who came but she could not stay She sat with me for a little while Then she went far away
My daughter's gone over the ocean My daughter's gone over the sea She's been away such a long time I think she's forgotten 'bout me
Sometimes we sing in the morning Sometimes we sing at night Sometimes we sing when we're lonely And only the song feels right
If I were the King of Forever Lord of time and space I would give up that position and power Just to see your sweet face
There's a verse in this song for my daughter There's a verse here for a dead cat I wrote a verse for my son as well But I don't know where he's at
Say good morning while it is still morning Say it and be true Then good morrow, say good morrow I'll share this blessing with you
If you've paid any attention to this blog over the years, you may have already guessed that I'm a bit of a dork. It's true. I know it. My girlfriend seems to appreciate it.
I have a D&D character which is a bard. He's not really the stereotypical D&D bard, seducing the all women - though he does have some bawdy songs in his repertoire. He's more a sort of adventuring Woody Guthrie, a folk singer and folk hero. And, in advance of an upcoming gaming session, I have composed a couple of songs for my character to sing.
There was a mighty dragon whose name was Roland Raygun but down he fell straight into hell for consorting with the pagans.
Now I do not wish him tortured though he torched my father's orchard. But how the hell is his name so well remembered and blessed by fortune?
The ogre with an iron hatchet her name was Margot Thatchet. She was a beast to say the least and stirred up quite a racket.
The kobold king for oil did loot, and raid, and spoil. He was blessed by priests for war in the east and greatly increased our toil.
His son followed up years later assuming the role of invader. Oh what a bore, again to war. He made our trouble much greater.
This is a song about a couple of men that I knew a long time ago in another life. Bob I met in Rochester, Minnesota. And Rick I met in Danville, Illinois. I think about them sometimes, but I have no idea where either of them might be these days.
Bob knows what he knows and it's hard to say more
He's lived in Saint Cloud and slept in Saint Paul He was locked up in Mankato and run out of Duluth He's homeless and ragged, but he knows what he knows
The public defender assigned to Rick's case Can't do much for him when he's drunk at the trial She pleads with the judge but he's thrown to the jail He'll be sober as a stone as long as he's locked away
It's raining just now and I'm dry and I'm warm With a hot cup of coffee and a roof over my head But what about Rick I ask, and what about my friend Bob He waits for the rain to stop until the library's closed
And then he'll look for a place where the rain doesn't fall
