The Wandering Kit

[Verse 1] Oh gather 'round, ye wanderin' souls, A tale of a furry bard who roams and strolls, The Wandering Kit with a lute in hand, Thrummin' and strummin' 'cross the land. [Verse 2] With velvet paws and a voice so sweet, Singing of tales from the winding street, From the taverns to the mountaintops, His melodies never seem to stop. [Chorus] He serenades the moonlit night, Stars above shining so bright, Whispers of magic in every chord, In his hands, music is his sword. [Verse 3] From Waterdeep to Baldur's Gate, Folk gather 'round, never too late, To hear the songs of The Wandering Kit, With every note, our spirits uplift. [Bridge] The strings of his lute would sing, Of love, of loss, of everything, He even once sang for a king. Tales of heroes, battles won, Legends of the setting sun. [Chorus] He serenades the moonlit night, Stars above shining so bright, Whispers of magic in every chord, In his hands, music is his sword. [Instrumental] [Outro] The Wandering Kit, a legend true, In every heart, his songs renew, A minstrel of the highest wit, Forever known as The Wandering Kit.