Thursday, January 31, 2008

The Battle for Hatten'twn and The Octogon of Doom

The skies were blood red to the East at break of dawn
on the 'morn the Argyle Rangers marched in to Hattan'twn
They carried the crest of King Lawrence's crown
and came to claim their right to Hattan'twn
A score and a quart of since the resistance had come
but the Wildcats of Hat'twn had no reason to run
The young had gr'wn strong and the weak had re'tired
The decrypt had died and the c'wardly c'ried
For a score and a quart the Hattan'twn had been taken
A sentry, an assass'n, a cobbler, a scout and a mas'n
All stood to prove the crown of Argyle mistak'n

As the troops settled in to their camp at Poyntz on Fairfield
They ordered their ales and pillows and let down their shield
The town had assembled and gave them no quarter
sending couriers to'n'fro with clever threats of thick mortar
Then the hens were sent, with a laugh, in a tizzy
Sending feathers from bird, not pillow, in Fairfield a'flurry
As the troops left their roost they prepared for a fight
but they laugh'd for this rank'r in the thought of the night
As the troops were positioned in front of the smallest of castle
The sentry blew his horn and the townspeople assembl'd
"This Octogom of Doom," they scream'd, "Will be the force that shall end you!"

The King of Lawrence was there shaken, his puffy face
and horse hair helmet blew up in disgrace
The first volley was fired from distance with surprise
as the Crown of Lawrence fought off their demise
The Hatten'twn people grumbled with the fear
That this would be such as evr'y year
As the trumpets did sound the rally'ng cry
The people responded "Fighting! Ev'r Fighting, for a Wildcat Victor'y!"
The Assassin responded with great skill in response
and the battle for freedom had begun all at once
The defeaning roar of the townspeople took hold
And shook the grounds, and the Jayhawks like cold

The mor'n of the battle the skies to the East
brought purple at dawn and hope to the fiefs
The gallant riders of the King from Lawrence did fight
with flowing capes, and new swords, and bejewled boots of ligh't
But the peasants of Hatten'twn with great vigor did engage
and soon the lines of the King did sway, nay, break
Out rushed the old Cobbler armed with only a hatchet
the young Mason deflected shots with only a brick basket
Soon after came the Sentry a beautiful sight seven feet sevent'een stone
The brave Scout rushed on out and slashed with his 'chete, the Assassin cracked bone
and shot from range with intent and they defeated the Crown to take back their home

As the Jayhawk'rs scrambled and ran home defeat'd
The Wildcats took to their 'Ville with expectations exceed'd
They took to the streets with Ales in hand
And the winter cold was shrugged off with songs of the band
"Loyal to thee, thy children will swell the cry, HAIL HAIL HAIL Alma Mater"
For the win was triumphant! The city were saved! The people of Hatten'twn screamed for their Fath'rs!
For the Mason! To the Cobbler! Here's to the Scout as well! The Assassin, The Sentry who held off the King!
The Assassin and Sentry are brave as can be! For as long as they'r here, let the Tower Bell ring!
The Octogon Held! The Doom was Foretold! Ye Shall not enter without your debts paid!
The Octogon full of townspeople still haunted the king. The mem'ry of will not yet fade.
The fiefs of Hatten'twn with Wildcats in tow, Took more than Crown gave.

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