There's a tower in the east w'th a wall of gold.
There's a beast in the tower whom guards his fold.
The Miser brays at who goes near.
When he gifts he dreads despair.
Unfortunate you keep the gift.
For the gift is cursed w'th miser's thirst.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
There's a tower in the east w'th a wall of gold.
There's a beast in the tower whom guards his fold.
The Miser brays at who goes near.
When he gifts he dreads despair.
Unfortunate you keep the gift.
For the gift is cursed w'th miser's thirst.
