Theres once was a halfing with curly brown hair,
He smoked of a pipe and and enjoyed a cold ale.
All over the Ten Towns he came too and fro
but only in Lonelywood did he call home.
The Unlikely Hero, most loyal of men.
He loved to go fishing on the shore of Maer Dualden
He was a scrimshander, a carver of bone;
But only in Lonelywood did he call home.
Now Regis the halfling was cunning and kind,
his tongue was as sharp as the knife at his side.
He ran with a party all stronger than him,
and banded together they always did win.
They fought the Giants, the Goblins, and Men.
They destroyed a wizard of evil descent.
And Last was the Dragon, most fearsom of all;
Then he came back to Lonelywood - where he called home.