Ode to the Gray Minstrel

Here's a story about a Ghost
That once was wandering and now is lost
He aches for his soul, he sighs for his body
And when he appears is he a little muddy

The Greybearded one is fiery and fierce
His voice is grim and his glance will pierce
He hates the ghost with all his heart
And demands that the Minstrel depart

Chorus:

There's a place in Old Spring Green
Where Oswulf Greybeard has made the scene
The Grey Inn's Minstrel sings along
The dwarf and ghost enthrall the throng

The inkeeper is a crochety old coot
Whose adventuring time is long past to boot
One day we hope he'll realize
There's often more than meets the eyes.

(Repeat Chorus)