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The Feast
Oh, dear guests, this is the end of the show
But let us sing you one last song before we bow
Oh, dear guests, let me tell you the story
Of how our troupe was paid for its glory.
One fair eve we were bid to a dinner
In the mysterious manner of a well known sinner.
A glutton renowned has promised us food
And by his reputation we knew it would be good.
Charlie the lutist, Marina and I
Accepted the summons nary a blink of an eye
When we arrived we barely performed our set
When our host waved a baguette
"Dear troubadours I've enjoyed your fable
Now come and sit and dine at my table."
And he stood and turned and walked through a door
And when we followed our jaws hit the floor.
A table awaited with multiple dishes
Soups and roasts and various fishes
Stews and breads and so much more
We ate, we feasted like never before
"I cooked it all myself" said our host
While Charlie and I were fighting the roast
Marina had stuffed her face with some bread
And then your chef filled us with dread.
Oh, dear guests, don't be deceived by the look
A ghoul is always the very best cook
Whether it's pasta or ham on a hook
You'll lick your fingers and I am no crook!
The creature before us that had been our host
Looked huge and fanged and furry the most
We shook with fear that he will leap forth
But the ghoul happened to be a good sport
He just sat and smiled and adjusted his hat
Covering a face you wouldn't look at
"I'm sorry." he said and sounded sincere
"I'm not really as savage as I appear."
"My magic ran out but I like you a lot
And I said to myself I will give it a shot"
The creature told us that he just wanted friends
And for his deception he offered amends.
Oh, dear guests, don't be deceived by the look
A ghoul is always the very best cook
Whether it's pasta or ham on a hook
You'll lick your fingers and I am no crook!
We looked at each other and reached a decision
The creature indeed was a terrible vision
But the food was so good that it didn't matter
And we lost ourselves with the ghoul in the chatter.
The night went on without any sleep
And in the end we had friendship to keep
At morn the ghoul bowed down and went to bed
But we stayed up all day and more we fed
Into a second day the feast did go on
And our host arrived again with a yawn
He looked like a human and brought a large cart
With more plates and dishes and even a tart.
Oh, dear guests, don't be deceived by the look
A ghoul is always the very best cook
Whether it's pasta or ham on a hook
You'll lick your fingers and I am no crook!
We feasted for days before sleep finally came
And in our dreams we saw him again
The creature, our host, our dear friend
Another gift to us he sent
Now, dear guests, we will show you his craft
Of making meals out of any person no matter how daft
Marina has already locked up the doors
And Charlie awaits that liver of yours
The gift most precious, the gift of a ghoul
Is making friends out of arrogant fools
Who think a dinner at the house of a beast
Will be the most grandiose feast.
Oh, dear guests, don't be deceived by the look
A ghoul is always the very best cook
Whether we boil you or you hang on a hook
We will lick our fingers and I am no crook!
The Feast
Oh, dear guests, this is the end of the show
But let us sing you one last song before we bow
Oh, dear guests, let me tell you the story
Of how our troupe was paid for its glory.
One fair eve we were bid to a dinner
In the mysterious manner of a well known sinner.
A glutton renowned has promised us food
And by his reputation we knew it would be good.
Charlie the lutist, Marina and I
Accepted the summons nary a blink of an eye
When we arrived we barely performed our set
When our host waved a baguette
"Dear troubadours I've enjoyed your fable
Now come and sit and dine at my table."
And he stood and turned and walked through a door
And when we followed our jaws hit the floor.
A table awaited with multiple dishes
Soups and roasts and various fishes
Stews and breads and so much more
We ate, we feasted like never before
"I cooked it all myself" said our host
While Charlie and I were fighting the roast
Marina had stuffed her face with some bread
And then your chef filled us with dread.
Oh, dear guests, don't be deceived by the look
A ghoul is always the very best cook
Whether it's pasta or ham on a hook
You'll lick your fingers and I am no crook!
The creature before us that had been our host
Looked huge and fanged and furry the most
We shook with fear that he will leap forth
But the ghoul happened to be a good sport
He just sat and smiled and adjusted his hat
Covering a face you wouldn't look at
"I'm sorry." he said and sounded sincere
"I'm not really as savage as I appear."
"My magic ran out but I like you a lot
And I said to myself I will give it a shot"
The creature told us that he just wanted friends
And for his deception he offered amends.
Oh, dear guests, don't be deceived by the look
A ghoul is always the very best cook
Whether it's pasta or ham on a hook
You'll lick your fingers and I am no crook!
We looked at each other and reached a decision
The creature indeed was a terrible vision
But the food was so good that it didn't matter
And we lost ourselves with the ghoul in the chatter.
The night went on without any sleep
And in the end we had friendship to keep
At morn the ghoul bowed down and went to bed
But we stayed up all day and more we fed
Into a second day the feast did go on
And our host arrived again with a yawn
He looked like a human and brought a large cart
With more plates and dishes and even a tart.
Oh, dear guests, don't be deceived by the look
A ghoul is always the very best cook
Whether it's pasta or ham on a hook
You'll lick your fingers and I am no crook!
We feasted for days before sleep finally came
And in our dreams we saw him again
The creature, our host, our dear friend
Another gift to us he sent
Now, dear guests, we will show you his craft
Of making meals out of any person no matter how daft
Marina has already locked up the doors
And Charlie awaits that liver of yours
The gift most precious, the gift of a ghoul
Is making friends out of arrogant fools
Who think a dinner at the house of a beast
Will be the most grandiose feast.
Oh, dear guests, don't be deceived by the look
A ghoul is always the very best cook
Whether we boil you or you hang on a hook
We will lick our fingers and I am no crook!
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