I do not mean to pester,
but as you see I am a jester,
and I feel it is my duty to do so.
It is not my job to make you laugh or cry,
listen to my rhyme, I'll tell you why,
I may oft dance, I may oft sing,
but neither of those mean a thing.
The magic of words, the thrill of my work,
nothing I have, is as good as this perk.
My job to spin a tale,
to this end, I will not fail.
To spread the legend far and wide,
not to simply hide inside.
To go out, into the fight,
for battle or death, this is my right.
I will stay true,
to my job, and to you.
When I come under attack,
I will think of you, looking back.
I will not lie,
but I can't promise that I will never die.
My life in your name,
my dedication to this game.
First is Clementine,
he stands the hard line.
He smokes two packs a day,
no matter what the Surgeon General has to say.
Then its Freeze,
his name alone makes girls weak in the knees.
His will to fight, his stern demeanor.
He ravages young girls, using his wein...Uh....hmmm.....
What about me?
That's easy to see.
I am the fool,
attending this school.
Look at Sonja Red,
men around her, all dead.
Her axe gleams in the light,
she is the terror of the night.
Violet comes last,
truly a ghost from the past.
She slumbers now, asleep in her bed.
While thoughts of homicide dance in her head.
That is all the rhymes I have to tell,
if you want more, just look at Hell.
I will ruin, and sully your name.
All for fun, for the sake of this game.