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Simon Drat at 15:04, 9 July 2007

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[[Category:Songs|An Oak Gave Me This Cloak]]
by [[PCs:Adagio D'Tranticus|Adagio D'Tranticus]] 
 
An Oak gave me this cloak my friends 
I kid you not, it's true! 
And if you don't believe me, then 
I'll weave the tale for you. 
 
A friend and I were strolling by 
When we happened to see 
A gnomish girl acting quite queer 
Whispering to a tree. 
 
I thought to speak to her, until 
I heard my friend's voice ring: 
"Is this 'Let's-Hug-A-Tree Day' or 
Are we missing something?!?" 
 
My friend is short and to the point 
That's Miriel Xilo... 
I'm sure she meant no great offense, 
It's how she says 'Hello.' 
 
Alas, the gnome whirled round with ire 
As quickly as you please 
She scolded us for not knowing 
The language of the trees. 
 
She said the oak before us 
Thought that we were nasty weeds. 
"This girl's head," I thought, "must be 
Filled up with old birdseed." 
 
She must have seen it on my face 
And shot me quite a glare 
Saying, "This tree takes umbrage with 
Your funny shade of hair." 
 
Laughing, I told the tree it was 
A rotten hunk of wood 
A great retort, I thought! Alas, 
It wasn't all that good... 
 
The ground rose up beneath our feet 
We fell and hit the dirt 
With ancient roots, the tree lashed out. 
My left elbow still hurts! 
 
It seems that I had angered it 
My jest was far too strong. 
My only course, of course, was thus: 
I sang the tree a song: 
 
~ o tree o tree 
~ you stand before me 
~ angry as can be 
~ at me at me 
~ I think you need 
~ an apology 
~ I did not mean 
~ to harm or hurt thee 
~ now leave us be 
~ dear mister tree 
~ we shall not flee 
~ but we hope to leave 
~ and know that we've 
~ a friend in thee 
~ instead of a woody 
~ enemeeeeeeee! 
 
Admittedly, the song was weak 
The rhymes were not that good 
But keep in mind my audience's 
Brain was made of wood! 
 
The branches seemed to soften as 
It learned we were no threat 
No roots lashed out, the tree it seemed 
Was no longer upsetv
 
The tension ceased, we all relaxed 
The song had done the trick 
And so the gnome girl wandered off 
Conversing with a stick. 
 
As she was exiting, I spied 
A crack along the ground 
I knelt down by the roots to look 
And see what I had found. 
 
The oak lifted his root to show 
A hole right underneath 
A rope I tied and then climbed down 
To see what lay beneath. 
 
Huge beetles we did find below 
An infestation vile 
But ''*snick snack snick*'' we cleared them out 
It only took a while. 
 
And there below the old tree's roots 
I had a lucky stroke: 
Within an ancient chest I found 
This brand new magic cloak! 
 
I thanked the tree quite humbly and 
We made our brief goodbyes 
And as we walked away I heard 
Leaves rustle in reply. 
 
And so, you see, this cloak's a gift 
From my new sap-filled friend. 
I swear to you, this tale is true 
From beginning to end! 
 
It sure does make me wonder if 
Somewhere there grows an Elm 
And if I help him kill ''his'' bugs 
I'll get a matching helm! 
 
 
''From [[The Complete Works of Adagio D'Tranticus]], Vol. 3: Miscellaneous Mirth''

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