I was tossed into jail one day,
free bed and breakfast, how long can I stay?
Then looking up, what did I see?
A pretty lil' kendermaiden starin' back at me.
She was quite a beautiful lass,
with a braided top-knot and a nice looking...
Smile.
Which i looked at for awhile.
Then I gave her the line
"Whats a pretty kender like you doing in a place like this?"
She giggled and laughed, guess my line didn't miss.
We were set free the very next day,
and i asked her if she was wonderlusting my way.
From that day on we were never apart,
we say Kender don't steal but she stole my heart.
A few months later we were Kendersir and Kenderwife,
and looked forward to leading an exciting life.
But bad-luck came, as we got bored,
decided to investigate rumors of a goblin horde.
We were attacked, I escaped, her dying in my arms,
Just this once I couldnt keep her safe from harms.
But with her dying breath she told me not to cry,
for this is the way she would want to die.
With goblins closing in and her dead in the grass,
I readied my hoopak. I was gonna kick some goblin ass!
...
...
I buried her deep in a place she would have chose,
and placed on her grave a ruby red rose.
That is my story, of love so true.
To my beautiful kendermaiden...
I'll never forget you.
I wish I were a dragon, fierce, proud, wise.
It's teeth are sharp, it's breath is neat, but most importantly it flies.
Big, beautiful, and majestic, they inspire awe,
And maybe if a dragon, I could visit Ma and Pa.
Then again...being a dragon wouldn't be so fun,
Eat a cow, scare a knight, and retire to a cave when done.
No one ever talks to dragons, strangely most faint or run away,
No place to wear my pouches so...maybe I'll be a dragon for just one day.
Now if i were a minotaur, that would be quite grand.
Two great horns, one pierced at tip, hoof instead of hand.
Great of might, great of girth,
One of the funniest creatures on the earth!
They chase you down at the littlest "Moo!",
And if you taunt them enough, their faces turn blue.
But...I bet they are hot, all covered in fur,
And it is sort of hard to distinguish him from her
I won't mention humans, I'd much rather be an elf.
Pointed ears, slanted eyes, a grownup version of myself!
They love the forest, as i do,
Some can talk to animals, and they animals talk back too!
And wether they live in a city, or they live inside a tree,
They are all a bit wild, and all of them are free.
Of course...they are a tiny bit snobby, nose high in the air.
Plus they have never quite discovered the perfect style for their hair.
Now I have been talking and been thinking,
And my interest and wish in other races has been sinking.
For no race can compare,
No being of land, sea, or air,
With us irrepressible Kender, perfect in every way.
Innocent as can be, we always think before we say.
Quick to laugh, quick of wit, and we have the luck to get out of any jam...
I wish I will always be a Kender, because i'm proud of who I am.