The Ballad of the Bumbling Adventurers

[Verse 1] In a realm of peril and strife, A band of adventurers sought their life. They stumbled through forests, lost in the night, Their skills lacking, their wits not quite right. [Chorus] Oh, the bard sang with a knowing grin, For he was the glue that held them in. Their swords swung wild, their spells misfired, But the bard's clever words, never tired. [Verse 2] The warrior, strong but dim as a stone, Swung his axe wildly, the future unknown. He'd charge headlong into dragon's breath, While the bard wept silently, fearing his death. [Bridge] The rogue, nimble and sly, a master of stealth, Yet tripped over his own shadow, to his own health. He'd pick locks with finesse, then lose the key, And the bard would sigh, "Oh, what fools are we!" [Chorus] Oh, the bard sang with a knowing grin, For he was the glue that held them in. Their swords swung wild, their spells misfired, But the bard's clever words, never tired. [Verse 4] The mage book in hand, target acquired, Would cast spells that missed and backfired. He'd summon squirrels instead of fierce beasts, And the bard would roll his eyes questioning his beliefs. [Chorus] Oh, the bard sang with a knowing grin, For he was the glue that held them in. Their swords swung wild, their spells misfired, But the bard's clever words, never tired. [Final Verse] So here's to the bard, the unsung hero, Who kept them alive, despite their zero. For without his wit, they'd be lost and forlorn, A party of fools, forever to mourn.