Novermber 2007
A Wizard's Staff has a Knob on the End
What proves a wizard is his staff
Its power, not its length.
It leads him down th' desired path
And gives him all his strength.
Some may be thinner, others short,
And yet more, thick and fat.
But every wizard has a staff
To match his wizard's hat.
A wizard's staff has a knob on the end;
To all its wishes he will tend.
He'll never know a truer friend,
Nor longer limb will e'er extend!
The mightiest of mages
May never crack a laugh.
For he knows well, the ages
Have withered up his staff.
A wizard's staff should not be doused,
To attempt this would be dire
For once a wizard is aroused,
No draught can cool his fire.
A wizard's staff has a knob on the end;
To all its wishes he will tend.
He'll never know a truer friend,
Nor longer limb will e'er extend!
The sight strikes fear in the heart of a wench
So mighty, towering a pose.
For with but a single sorcerous wrench
It can incinerate her clothes.
In such a battle, when unleashed,
It finds its finest hour;
In strength and in endurance feats
It has no equal power.
A wizard's staff has a knob on the end;
To all its wishes he will tend.
He'll never know a truer friend,
Nor longer limb will e'er extend!
The fire that bursts forth from the tip
Of that terrifying protrusion
(Once his might has been let rip)
Creates confusion in its profusion.
A wizard and his staff will never part
The inches do not matter
For they are joined by a single heart
So take your mind out of the gutter!
(Repeat chorus if necessary)