I rode a ship a-sailng,
A-buck'n in a gail.
The steers rat said"It ain't my fault",
I tipped him o'er the rail.
I hung the look out by his toes
and tickled him with me sword
Then to a rock I married them,
with a stout rope cord.
And for their honey-moon I gave,
a tour of the deep.
but in the middle of it,
That steersrat fell asleep!
Oh, I'm the son of a ripper,
my mother was an assasin!
I was born in the dark of the moon
when an old black fox was passin'
So if yer like me and ye slay just for fun,
an' hate the words "loving and nice"
Then matey, ye've come to the right place!
But if you say those words again,
I'll spit you in a trice!
Note: I am still experimenting with the color scheme of this page! Sorry it looks so weird!
Argh, welcome tah the vermin refuge! I be Blood Fang the Ferret, and ye best not forget it! Corsairs, horderats, mercenaries, poisoners, assasins, welcome! Are ya tired of all those weakling woodlanders always beating us up? Well I am! That's why I've started a refuge for the flotsam of the net! You can come 'ere for 100% vermin, less'n ocourse ye fancy hitting that "Home" button. Put up yer clogs or whatever ye wear, and make yerself comfortable!
Sela the Healer Redwall
Argh, and if'n yah don't like my pictures, you kin go off and try an' find 'em for yerself! Tah see the bilgerat wut drew these, hold yer little arrow thingy over the picture.
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