~Camping with friends~

Gather 'round t' fire pit 'n gaze int' t' flames. List'n t' emb'rs pop and watch t' blaze a-change. Now take y'r hand and turn t' spit as t' goblin plays y'r fiddle. W'll sing a littl' tune ou' underneat' t' moon. An' maybe even dance a-littl'! Our beast was great, it's gettin' late— t' game is nibbled through t' bone... Tis sure was fun, and the day be done, f'r tomorro' rise' t' sun. And when he shows, only t' embers glow, and all the monsters walk on home.

Credit due: Morbid Mumbles for his earlier attempts at collaborating. Thank you!