Eye of the Halfling

by Chris Cecil

(To the tune of “Eye of the Tiger” with humble apologies to Survivor)

Little dude, big hairy feet
Prefers home, not these dungeons.
Got the treasure, now he’s booking out fast
Just a rogue and his will to survive. 
So many times, he blends in with trees;
He prefers hiding to fighting.
With stubby legs, hobbits can’t run too fast
You must fight just to keep them alive.

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It's the eye of the halfling; about three feet in height
Risin' up to the navel of a half-orc.
With his keen infravision, he can see in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the halfling.

Face to groin, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' dexterous.
He’ll use a bow, ‘cuz he’s got a “plus three”
He can kill with a shot to the knee.

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Risin' up, climb the bar stool
Got the guts, got foot dandruff.
Went the distance; it just took twice as long.
Half a man and his will to survive. 

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