Walking through the woods, we came upon a band,
a rascally bandit troop they call 'the best in all the land'
with a smile and pleasant grin we looked them over well,
drew a sword and fired up that trusty dragon spell!
Oh how the human tourches glowed as they tried to flee
to escape a pair of killers that cackled in their glee
But was to no avail, for this bandit corps did fall
to a dumb blonde swordsman and My trusty fireball!