DISCLAIMER: No, I am not John Philip Sousa, or the owner of Fable. John Philip Sousa, as far as I know anyhow,
also does not own Fable. And no, Fable did not write 'The Feast of the Monkeys' ... its a videogame.
In days of old,
So I've been told,
The Hobbes all gave a feast.
They sent out cards,
With kind regards,
With word of promised sweets.
The guests came dressed
In fashion's best,
Unmindful of the Hobbe's Contest;
Except the Crawler,
Whose power armor,
Was "broke" before he left.
The guests checked wraps,
Canes, hats and caps;
And when the task was done,
The footman, he
With dignitee,
Burned each and every one.
In the Hobbe Hall,
The host met all,
And hoped they'd feel at ease,
"I scarcely can,"
Said the Sakers' Clan,
"I'm busy hunting fleas."
"While waiting for
A score or more
Of guests," the hostess said,
"We'll have the kings' poodle,
Drink out of my bugle,
While-A standing on his head.
And when he's through,
Good Puppy, you,
Please show them how to bite."
"Oh, dear; don't fight,
For Walter might,
And he has yet to have a beer!"
The Hollow Men,
A sea-song sang,
'Bout a death in the,
Fam-i-ly.
He went off abroad,
Sailing from dusk 'till dawn,
To find Aurora's Loyalty.
He saw one night
When the moon shone bright,
A school of shadows creep.
They took his men away,
to an early grave,
And did it all without a peep.
"All guests are here,
To eat the cheer,
And dinner's served, me Lord."
The butler bowed;
And then the crowd
Rushed in with one accord.
The fiddler man,
Came in a cab,
And played a piece in C'.
And on a horn,
did a magic door,
play the song of the Arouran Sea.
"To give a touch
Of early dutch
To this great feast of feasts,
I'll drink ten drops
Of the Dweller's schnapps,"
Spoke out the King, thats me!
"That must taste fine,"
Said ol' Sabine,
"Did you see him smack his lips?"
"I'd smack mine, too,"
Cried a man in blue,
"If I didn't have to dip."
They all ate the roast,
The quail on toast,
The pork, both fat and lean;
The jam and lamb,
The potted ham,
And drank the Kerosene.
He raised his voice:
"Come, all rejoice,
You've seen your monarch dine."
"Never again,"
Whined ol' Ben,
And all sang Old Lang Syne.