The Ballad of Cannon Fodder Lot

Attend the tale of a mighty soul
How bold and bravely he has fought
While standing tall against the foe
His name is Cannon Fodder Lot

An Orcish army he did confront
His fierce countenance held naught at bay
Of the attack he bore the brunt
A thousand arrows pierced him that day

Healed again and begun anew
Holy Avenger he did boast
An evil mage he did pursue
A fireball turned him into toast

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How bold, how brave, how true
Oh Cannon Fodder Lot
Though paladin are you
A fighter you are not

Bedecked in armour brightly shining
Shield and halm with dragon's crest
A silken cloak with purple lining
And healing potions strapped to his chest

Once black dragon plagued the land
A dreadful evil to be killed
Lot stepped forth holding sword in hand
His smoking armour's melting still

A troll! He thought he could outwit
Sure a deed which all would laud
A friendly mage helped just a bit
And turned him into a lightening rod

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With heartfelt determination
And fighting skills dutifully honed
He fought the beholder with elation
Who promptly turned him into stone
Though his name is Cannon Fodder Lot

And still his fate seems to be set
When he is down and is upsot
You'll hear him shout:
"I'm not dead yet!"

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