The Lady of Lysondral's Ruse

Oh, the lady of Lysondral wore ribbons in her auburn hair.

She'd giggle at the moonlight and dance without a care. The court would

roll their eyes and jest behind her back. But while they played their foolish

games, she plotted her attack. Heave ho, the winds may

blow, but she's the one who's steerin'. Smiles and sighs with cunning eyes,

she's not what she's appearin'. Yo, ho, they'll never know

while drinkin' from her chalice. The jesters laughs the loudest when she's runnin' all

the palace. She'd stumble in the garden, trip o'er her own shoe.