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Contents 1 Current events 1.1 Woodstock 2 Talking to StormWind 3 Jester Valley Alliance

Current events

Woodstock

The song "Firefly" performed at Woodstock party the 18th of Sep

It danced in the sky with it’s burning wing

It made us bleed with it’s little sting

It roamed the hills and the wet damp mire

It helped us all get higher

Come on baby, light the fire

Ref.

Why did the Firefly have to die?

Why did the Firefly have to die?

I’m asking the kingly King Oh why?

Why did the Firefly have to die?

You say this is inflammatory speech

You don’t wanna listen to what I preach

You say the Glow worm is a mighty foe

You say it’s scary as Edgar Allan Poe

Come on baby, dis that glow

Ref.

Fiddle solo

I call for a quest to find an egg

I’m on my knees man, watch me beg

I say a race far into the distance

I cry man, will the fly back into existence

Come on baby, we need assistance

Ref.

The song "The battle of Ranger Hill" performed at Woodstock party the 21th of Sep.

Stood did we, three hundred, defenders of the gilded crown

as the enemy drew closer still, the fields turned solid brown

Who opened the gate to the enemies pens, alas we'll never know

For what it's worth I hope he burns as he's rotting down below

United as we stood that day, we raised our shields with swords to sky

All knowing what lied behind the walls, protected til we would die

Young Elseware in the cradle still, heir of the Kingdom all

His life for ours, all we cried, protect the castle wall

And so they came with all their might, Pesters of the Open World

With battle cries to ice the veins, the first attack they hurled

We fought the Tribble horde that day, on the slopes of Ranger hill

went from three to two to one, cry crow, we fought them still

we fought them left, we fought them right

we fought them all through out the night

as dawn came creeping we killed the last

and viewed the blood soaked battle field so vast

Fallen, had Shadowbane, young Lord of Evergreen

Fallen, had Camaral of Creed, daughter of the Elven Queen

Last of her line, the elves were gone, or so the story goes

Fallen, had Magared, keeper of the Golden Bow

Fallen, had Will Bardoo, teacher of the Mighty Blow

Their blood was spilled on slopes where flowers no longer grows

Left of us were three and score, breathing still the air

Left were we, survivors few, Tellers of Despair

Let the memories of this faithful day survive the age to come

Tell all about the heroes proud, that fell to the battle drum

We held the line we faithful few, defenders of the gilded crown

Will and Badael, Milla, Sil and many more and I, the proud McGown

Talking to StormWind

Jester Valley Alliance

The page is now at User:Jester Valley Alliance. BlaisedeC 15:57, 21 April 2006 (BST)