here once was a bard from Rengold's Bane
who's lute was as small as his little pink brain
He had a band of merry men
yammering halflings in number of ten
They labored all day with many a faintings
to capture his greatness in black velvet paintings
But theirs was a quest as endless as stars
how could they hide the lobotomy scars?
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