These were all written quite a while ago, and never got around to putting in game. But, for your enjoyment! (Title and tune at the bottom, see if you can guess it!)
In the town that I was spawned
Lived a man who claimed to be
Three hundred and twenty three
With a skin of mossy green
So we sat, counting wrinkles
But not a one, could we see
Time and age, or gravity
No effect, could we see
We all live in terr’r of this dude
We think he might be mad, we’re certain that he’s bad
We’re all kept in the pocket of this guy
He stinks we don’t know why
We gotta say goodbye
And our friends, all have boards.
Six feet above, many next door
Look another, and dig a grave
We all live in fear of this guy
He murders we don’t know why
We’d ask but we’re shy
Keeps us hid behind several doors
Nobody but the nude
We’re feeling rather rude
*scraping sound of an axe being sharpened*
As we live, a life of ease
From from worry
Free from age
Kept alive only until
We’ve spawned another
Meat for the grill
We are nothing but a notch on his belt
A notch on his axe
A bump on the road
We can’t figg out what we’re gonna do
We’re all turning blue
Think I’m gonna spew
Nothing left to say but stick it up your bum
You smell like rancid cream
You’ve naught but a bum
We hear some vehicles pulling up outside
Shame it took so long
The rest of us died
Red Green Man to Yellow Submarine Beatles
Plenty more, but hope you enjoyed the first of ’em.