Don't Kill the Messenger(Bird)

The Ballad of The Maid and the Messengers

CREED  #596, Often attributed to Morris of Bath

(Pastoral Lament)

Come gather round
And I'll tell you a tale
A tale as true as it is tall.
Of a princess fair, wealthy and wise
Her hand to wed was strived by all

Locked away,
in a tower of stone
On feathered wing proposals ride.
With maid, and gardener, cook as well
The four align against the tide

(Beateth upon the drum and thunder upon the strings and pipe)

Don't kill the messengers,
The princess said to her maid,
Turn back every winged beast,
But let not one be slain

With the gardener and cook,
They unite their power
To distract the king
And defend the tower

There's pigeons and budgies and crows and much more
Upgrades and relics and boons to explore
The days in the year add up to seasons four

(Returneth to a pastoral lamentation)

Don't kill the messengers
The princess said to her maid
Turn back every winged beast
And forestall my wedding day