Sooooo…I’ve never written a song and performed it in less than five minutes after someone said something hilarious at a LARP. Nope. Not me.
…Especially not after someone asked Samoht where his staff was, and he said he couldn’t find it…
It’s not my fault.
- Chorus:
- ‘Tis one and two and three and four
- Never bet on a man of wits so poor
- So give a hearty cheer and laugh
- To a man who can’t find his staff.
- He went into a wooded glade
- ‘T’was thought it was with a staff he played
- But when he got there he was dismayed
- For he couldn’t find his staff.
- A highwayman wished him much harm
- But of this man he was warned
- And ran away after he was disarmed
- And left behind his staff
- He went up to a willing dame
- Who said that she would play his game
- And found out to his lasting shame
- She couldn’t find his staff.