Ballad of Soaked Man by Weyrbrat Cali Twas once a man from the north who decided to give the south a peek so on his friend's green he ventured down to seek. Purhapes a permanent residence he thought and this lovely waterfall would be just the spot for a young harper like me to sit and think and write poetry. But yet a goldrider strolled by and did catch this young harper's eye to make him follow her with glee trying to act suave and charming. But yet her blew him off like the feather adoring his top for you see twas his pride she shot so with quick adu, the man went to the lake for there are other fish in the sea that would sigh and faun over thee oh handsome harper, oh charming harper that was he. And he slumpped out to the lake and there a green dragon made his fate without a word, just a draconic grin the green picked the harper up and dropped him in. Oh handsome dripping harper, oh charming dripping harper, where is thy ballad for me?