Semi-Wanderers

Oh Good King Isaac
Oh, my crops are all withered and black, withered and black, withered and black. My crops might not ever grow back, oh good king I-saac!

The blacksmith has fertalizer heaped in his shack, heaped in his shack, heaped in his shack. My good friend the blacksmith has a manure-packed shack, oh good king I-saac!

I have way too much firewood to stack, firewood to stack, firewood to stack. Yes, I've more firewood than I could ever stack, oh good king I-saac!

The blacksmith's forge is as cold as an ice pack, like an ice pack, like an ice pack. How can he forge with such a firewood lack, oh good king I-saac?

If only the roads werent full of huge cracks, full of huge cracks, full of huge cracks! We could trade if the roads were not cracks upon cracks, oh good king I-saac!

I sent my best man to trade a full firewood rucksack, firewood rucksack, firewood rucksack. He dropped it and ran when the bandits attack, oh good king I-saac!

We've asked, and we've begged, and even sent you a plaque, sent you a plaque, sent you a plaque! What does it take for you to write back, oh goood, quiiiet, kiiiiiing Iiiiii-saaaaaac?

Isaac's Return
When Berring the Timely off'd old Isaac the Still, we threw a fat cyron onto the grill.

When Berring repaired our main trading road, we lit so many fireworks that the sky did explode.

When Berring rounded up the last highwaymen, we made a feast of thirteen round hen.

But then the town crier did rant and did rave, that ol' mouldering Isaac was back from his grave.

The sudden return of our most silent king, was like a bitter and painful eyeball bee-sting.

It's not that we fear he'll do something wrong, but that we'll soon be singing the "Good Isaac" bar song.

When Isaac departed, Berring was busy and buzzing, but when Isaac returned he did precicely nothing.

Silly ol' Isaac, why'd you return to your bed, and how long before you go back to being Isaac the dead?