Perl made me write these.

Lyaeus a flirty young bard
Wants to find a home but its hard
Trav'ling town to town
He won't settle down
Lest his reputation get marred

Faun lives in the underground wood
He's a little misunderstood
He moans and he wails
His tears would fill pails
Please find his panpipes, if you could

Sir Lance can be found at the bar
Walk to him, it's not very far
He'll get you a drink
Serve it with a wink
Then point you to Shadya, his star


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Sarapin, in the year 671 AF.