Masons And Monkeys Options

[Steelshanks]

Marsche, Hobbit, Liche & Trout
and then there's the smallest Turbo Midget
One hit, two hit, three and four and five,
they're so frisky, so alive!!

Trout is my number one,
Always up for catapult fun!!
Always up for kicks and cuddles,
But he is somewhat slow in the battle!!
He stands alone sometimes to think,
From your skull or mine to have a drink

Liche is my number two,
Proud and handsome, I tell you!
He prances like a little pony,
and you know what? That's no baloney!!.
He guards your back from above
and when over a river, sometimes gives me a little shove.

That Fat Hobbit is my number three,
chubby, plump as hobbits should be.
Always cleaning, always cooking
He tries to run but his feet keep sticking.
He keeps on searching for a hand,
to scratch under his collar band.

Turbo Midget is my number four,
Always seeming smaller, more and more.
Loves to snack on lots of munchies,
Mason meat and Mason archer crunchies.
Begging, pleading, day and nights.
"DONT USE BAD RASCIST LANGUAGE OR ILL BAN YOU OUTRIGHT"

Mean old Marsche is my number five,
He jumps, rolls over, takes a dive.
Up my back, All round the fucking map!!,
Swinging his big hammer to squash me flat!!!!
I run and scream, "help me plz" Nobody seems to ever hear me,
With a nasty cackle and a overhead hit, He breaks my skull in one swift hit!

[Steelshanks]

I miss the times when you were all here
striving to show no fear ...
To hold my head up high and strong
And sing happy poems and songs ..

I miss the way you chased after me
As if I were too blind to see
The path I'm on might hurt and scathe
But all goes well if you just have faith

I miss the sound of your sweet battlecry
Through bitter times a saving noise
That told me what was right and wrong
With Farmers wisdom my ears rang right from wrong ..

A caring person, you were such
That helped and hurt me, oh so much
You'd guide and mislead me through the battle
Be my friend one moment then foe at next

Over things like that I have no control
A rock set in motion will continue to roll
No matter how hard you laughed at me
You were always pushed and forced to leave

Then one day you spawned next to me
My tears so hot they almost burned
Aware now about what I lack
But crying and mourning wont bring you back

For me to let out what I need to say
I can't do much more than pray
No longer am I weak, my hearts quite strong
From adding a happy chorus to a sad, sad song!!

Oh Farmer Farmer hear my cry!
Wont you come back and help my enemies die!!
With one swift glance you can turn them all!
To help us all conquer all!!

All Praise to the Farmer!!