Let me tell you of my friends
and of their many charms.
They’ve come to melt the winter snow
and find Illyana’s arm.

When the find it soon
I’d guess,
they’ll stitch it to her tight,
and then we’ll dance till break of dawn
and through the dark of night.

I’ll surely find my father soon
and Erling will get paid,
Mort shall drink a pint of ale
and Zoe learn her fate.

As for Abernathy—
he might claim the holy grail,...