Author's note: Here's a lil song that I wrote in math class last year. Yes, I was bored at the time. It's sung to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey, All Covered with Blood...." I do not own the characters, because I still live in a lil house on the prairie...ok, maybe not, but it's not the mansion belonging to the creator of Slayers, I'll grant you that!
On Wolfpack Island,
All covered with fog,
The Beastmaster summons
The fruitcake who's strong.
He is a smart-ass
With short purple hair.
He likes to cross-dress
He must use Nair.
His number-one rival
Has a big mace.
She'd like to smash it
In the Trickster's face.
He hangs with the Slayers,
Annoys them to bits.
Amelia knows his weakness
To addle his wits.
I guess this has ended;
My lame little song.
With, 'That is a secret,"
The Trickster is gone.