The Song of Tripple Apple

There's a gnome who's known
To weigh less than a stone.

He would seem unfit for battle,

With diminutive size,
And his childlike eyes,

And a tendency to prattle.

But when skeletons reared their ugly head
And gelatinous cubes exuded their dread,

T'wasn't crows nor thieves nor wizards who
We trusted to protect our crew!

When the hireling lay dead,
And the halfling up and fled…

As the fighter flailed,
And the wizard was impaled…

Only one was left to grapple.

With a sling and an axe,
He had our baaaaaaaaaacks —

We were saved by Tripple Apple!

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