Hach...*strumm*...dann wollen wir mal...
Hast du etwas Gold für mich,
dann singe ich ein Lied für dich,
von 99 kleinen Orks,
auf ihrem Weg ins Heimatdorf.
Komm Wirt bring Wein und schenk gleich ein,
die Stimme muß geschmieret sein,
um euch zu sagen, wie es war
und glaubt mir, es war sonderbar.
99 kleine Orks,
auf ihrem Weg ins Heimatdorf,
hielt man für Krieger aus Taskar
darum schickte ein General
'ne Elfenstaffel hinterher,
Alarm zu geben, wenn’s so wär,
dabei war dort am Waldesrand,
doch nur ein kleiner Orkverband.
99 Elfenkrieger, jeder war ein Held, ein Sieger,
hielten sich für sehr viel Wert,
lauerten bald hinterm Berg,
die Oger haben nichts gerafft
und fühlten sich gleich angemacht,
dabei galt doch der Hinterhalt
den kleinen Orks vom Dunkelwald.
99 Großmagister, Zauberstab und knister, knister
hielten sich für schlaue Leute,
witterten schon fette Beute,
riefen "Flieht" und wollten Macht,
Man wer hätte das bedacht,
daß ein Magister sich gleich trollt,
wenn ein Oger ihn zusammen rollt.
99 Tage Krieg, ließen keinen Platz für Sieger,
Großmagister gibt’s nicht mehr
und auch keine Elfenkrieger.
Heute zieh ich meine Runden,
seh den Wald in Trümmern liegen,
hab 'nen kleinen Elf gefunden,
stech ihn ab und laß ihn liegen...
-Silver
Ich persönlich bevorzuge ja herbere Filkerkost:
A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.
Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.
Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.
Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!
Und die Antwort des Drachen:
Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me.
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree.
This ecology needs my and I know my place.
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.
Well, I came to this village to better my health
Which is ever so poor, despite all my wealth.
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
But my favorite snack mixed with peril is fraught.
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
Well, I'm really quite kind almost all through the year.
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.
But a birthday needs sweets as I'm sure you'll agree.
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me
As it happens our interests are almost the same.
You see I'm really quite skillful at managing game.
If I ate just your men, would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.
Now, the number of babies a woman can bare
Has limits. That's why my prunings done there.
And an orphan's a sad sight and so when I munch,
I'm careful to eat only virgins for lunch