An old Templar went riding out one dark and windy day.
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way.
When all at once a mighty herd of gold hamsters he saw
Flying through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.
Their teeth were white and shiny and their claws were made of steel.
Their wings were black and leathery, their hot breath he could feel.
A bolt of fear went through him as he felt each wing beat fall
For he saw the one behind the herd - the Father of them all!
Wyewood - wye-yay! Wyewood - wye-yo!
Gold hamsters in the sky!
His eyes were red, his claws were sharp, his wings were broad and strong.
His fur was gold-spun starlight and his teeth were sleek and long.
He flies forever onward with his children on the wing,
Protecting all of Wyewood lands from every evil thing.
Wyewood - wye-yay! Wyewood - wye-yo!
Gold hamsters in the sky!
As the hamster flew on by him, he saw it look his way.
If you want to stay alive, Sir Knight, then this is what I say:
Your chivalry and honor will help to keep you whole,
Or else in Wyewood shire, Sir, the hamsters eat your soul!
Wyewood - wye-yay! Wyewood - wye-yo!
Gold hamsters in the sky! Gold hamsters in the sky! Gold hamsters in the sky!...
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