Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
“One could hardly pass up such a golden opportunity.” Cass grinned.
“If you will excuse me....” Cass gave Alisa as formal a retreating bow as the furniture allowed and moved out to present the room with a little tune from his own repertoire. Hopefully it would lift spirits even more.
“I like a warm bed and a good meal and a pint or seven can send me to heaven but Henry pays me well to first go out and then bring back the tale. So I like a bit of adventuring.”
The Glory of Adventure
When the enemy's surrounding,
and we think our nerves will fail,
when we hear the trumpets sounding,
and they make us quake and quail,
grab your mug and we'll be pounding,
down another round of ale!
And we'll drink,
to the glory of adventure!
If there ever comes the day
when we think that we are lost,
when we think that we must pay
that most dear and final cost,
we'll just pass around the tray,
and feel better when we're sauced!
And we'll drink,
to the glory of adventure!
When we're angry and upset,
'cause we ain't been getting paid,
when we're tired, cold and wet,
and a little bit afraid,
we'll keep drinking and forget
that we ever were dismayed!
And we'll drink,
to the glory of adventure!
When the boredom makes us jumpy,
and the motion makes us ill,
when the food is cold and lumpy,
a disgusting, slimy swill,
there's no reason to be grumpy;
tap the keg, and drink your fill!
And we'll drink,
to the glory of adventure!
When the captain's really sore,
'cause he thinks he's being mocked,
when he's pounding on our door,
and we're certain to get socked,
have a drink, and tease him more;
we'll feel nothing if we're crocked!
And we'll drink,
to the glory of adventure!
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