September 18, 2000
A tale of peril, I've chosen to tell.
Confusion and pride is how it began,
Concluding with how great warriors fell.
Gathering some eggs we thought was the plan.
We started, however, in common lands,
Lost and confused, though, we wandered astray,
Through mountains and plains, and forests and sands.
Battle and death left us lost to this day.
It's thought the corpse of Massabie may hold,
Riches of gold and of silver to claim.
All heros and thieves have looked high and low,
But none have return'd with riches nor fame.
He awoke, then, from a terrible dream,
A lesson we've learned or so it may seem.