Buy a Shield, Sir?: The Tale of Hans
I stand right on the road
And peddle all my wares
I fancy selling armor
From the common to the rares
I exchange'm for a price
A hundred potch or two
From shields and gauntlets I give
To the shiny and the new
I make my trade this way
Selling armor to the masses
It's not a bad existence
Helping the gents and then the lasses
Won't you buy a shield, sir?
The price is very low
I make my living this way
Oh please sir, do not go
Some armor for your body?
A helmet for your head?
A gauntlet for your arm, sir?
I'd rather you not be dead
I don't want people hurting
I don't want people lost
If I can help in a small way
Then I have done my most
Won't you buy a shield, sir?
It really is quite cheap
It has the finest quality
The prices are not steep
Oh please buy some armor
It helps you quite a bit
My wares are very stylish
And I assure you that they'll fit!
I wander cross' the world
Parting my possessions for a price
It's not the best existence
But it certainly is quite nice
Making a living off protection
Is the honest way to go
Although you're never praised
The happiness still shows
If I can save but one life
With my choice of armory
Then I'll go home a-smiling
I've done my job, you see!
The End