The Fun Song
Shorast: It's been a long, long journey.
Urist: We've struck the earth too much.
Kol: We've filled our bins with treasure
Vucar: Of gold and bronze and such.
Shorast: We've engraved our halls with tales
Urist: Of burning elves and booze
Kol: By a paranoid engraver
Vucar: With a psychopathic Muse.
Shorast: And we've killed our foes with magma
Urist: And our nobles with bottomless pits.
Kol: We've built computers and pump stacks
Vucar: With the power of our wits.
Shorast: There are a thousand ways to die.
Urist: Like olms and trolls and troglodytes,
Kol: Forgotten beasts and elephants,
Vucar: And undead creatures of the night.
Shorast: But we survived them all, and yet,
Urist: Remembering the story of our kin,
Kol: Those olden dwarves inhabiting Boatmurdered,
Vucar: We knew eventually we'd be done in.
Shorast: But hark! upon this trumpet, let us charge!
Urist: The Fondled Gears into the demons ran!
Kol: And, as they dealt their slaughter, blow by blow,
Vucar: They held back Hell as only true dwarves can.
Shorast: But happiness will come unto the best;
Urist: The Happy Fun Stuff overtook them all;
Kol: And we remembered when the soldiers died
Vucar: There wasn't a protective wall.
Shorast: An emergency macedwarf named Fath,
Urist: Who'd married an axedwarf wild,
Kol: Gave birth while fighting a demon
Vucar: And defended its blows with her child.
Shorast: Alas, we were too late;
Urist: The fortress was overcome.
Kol: Our walls were covered with kitten blood,
Vucar: And a fire consumed all our barrels of rum.
Shorast: In short-
Urist: We struck the cotton candy
Kol: With no time left to run
Vucar: So we'll die with just one statement.
All: Just remember- LOSING IS FUN!
Exeunt, followed by the sound of tortured screaming backstage and the closing of the curtain.
Although the rhyme scheme is consistent, the meter isn't; I don't really feel like fixing it. I like what I've written.