The Trade Faire

By Frannie Mouze


Do you want to see things
that sparkle and gleam?
Do you want to see things
that you’ve only seen in your dreams?

Go to the trade fair
into the Halflings lair
Go to the trade fair
Do try not to stare.

In the auction hall
Things abound, big and small
In the auction hall
Watch the bids fly like a ball.

In excess of two hundred thousand
for a rock that spins and floats from your hand
A hundred fifty thousand
for a little tiny dagger, worthy of a deckhand.

Up next was the creepy mage in all black
With a set of accessories, nary a part did he lack,
Then some armor was sold, for a hefty gold sack
And a necklace that protects from a whack.

After that was the dusty old man
who had traveled it seemed, since time began
He retired rich, he sold a shield covered in gems
a bell, a coin, a picture and a candle.

Millions were spent, at the trade fair
Trinkets were won, excitement filled the air
So many things, some quite rare
Go and have fun at the trade fair.

Do you want to see things
that sparkle and gleam?
Do you want to see things
that you’ve only seen in your dreams?

Go to the trade fair
into the Halflings lair
Go to the trade fair
Do try not to stare.