Young folks, old folks, every man and each
Come see the Atenveldter, landed on the beach
He's not wearing any clothes, and covered all with hair
And worse than that, he isn't wearing any underwear!
Once upon a time, in a Kingdom far away
A ship was wrecked in Calafia's bay
It sank right down, men and mast and sail
And only the ship's monkey lived to tell the tale!
The monkey came ashore and wandered all around
Wandered thru the valleys, wandered thru the town
Then it came to a revel hall more dead than alive
The Caidans thought an invasion had arrived!
Young folks, old folks, every man and each
Come see the Atenveldter, landed on the beach
He's not wearing any clothes, and covered all with hair
And worse than that, he isn't wearing any underwear!
The crowd screamed and scrambled, caught by surprise
Climbing the curtains, putting pillows o'er their eyes
Cried a willowy Laurel, with a cry that was heartfelt:
"He's big and strong and hairy; he must be from Atenveldt!"
"He's not wearing any clothes, whatever can it mean?"
"It's the rudest thing that I have ever seen!"
A Duchess said to the Kingdom Castellan:
"You can tell he's not Caidan: No Elizabeth-i-ans!"
Young folks, old folks, every man and each
Come see the Atenveldter, landed on the beach
He's not wearing any clothes, and covered all with hair
And worse than that, he isn't wearing any underwear!
The whole crowd was terrified, petrified with fear,
That the Atenveldt invasion finally was here.
"God help the Kingdom!" "Save us from this fate!"
"Run away and hide ourselves before it is too late!"
The monkey saw the revel feast and jumped for the food
With no table manners; he was really rather rude!
The crowd gasped with horror at the awful sight:
"He eats with both hands! He's an Atenveldter Knight!"
Young folks, old folks, every man and each
Come see the Atenveldter, landed on the beach
He's not wearing any clothes, and covered all with hair
And worse than that, he isn't wearing any underwear!
The monkey ambled 'round, all tired, stiff and sore;
All the Caidans scrambled for the door!
The politics got heavy and the rumor spread around
"The Atenveldter's gonna be a-fighting for the Crown!"
But then the revel hall got quiet as could be
When up cried the Seneschal, "Can't you plainly see?"
"Hide your wives and daughters and prepare for fire and sword!"
"It's not an Atenveldter, it's a member of the Horde!"
Young folks, old folks, every man and each
Come see the Atenveldter, landed on the beach
He's not wearing any clothes, and covered all with hair
And worse than that, he isn't wearing any underwear!
Young folks, old folks, every man and each
Come see the Atenveldter, landed on the beach
He's not wearing any clothes, and covered all with hair
And worse than that, he isn't wearing any underwear!