Harcourt

A wolf in thief's clothing,
An ogre with a pick,
A snarl, a stare,
A menacing glare,
He'll cut ya to the quick.

A fee-gouging picker,
A corrupter of souls.
He'll drag you away,
If you ruin his day.
He'll fill ya full of holes.

He's Harcourt the thief,
And he's full of himself.
A blustering bully,
Gruff and unruly,Such a jolly Half-Elf.

His fee for a pick job,
Is outrageously high.
Think Larton's a crook?
Harc wrote the book.
He's such a nasty guy.

He's Harcourt the thief,
A chip on his shoulder.
He's loathsome and rude,
Obnoxious and crude.
Aint no one is colder.

There's a tree in the town square,
He thinks that he owns.
If you lean on his tree,
Heaven help thee,
'Cause he'll break all your bones.

A man of dark bearing,
A thief through and through.
He's bad and he knows it,
He's mean and he shows it.
He'll do as he pleases with you.

He's Harcourt the thief,
He glares and he snorts.
He'll kick you,
He'll punch you.
He's a troll without warts.

So give Harcourt a smile,
If the mood strikes you.
He'll slap you all red,
Up'side the head,
And that's if he merely dislikes you.

But there's something about him,
Some trait in the lug,
That's somehow endearing,
When he's not leering.
I'm tempted to give him a hug...(naaah).

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Last modified 19 December 1995.