Title: Ballad of Sir Chonk & the Guild of RAD
(Verse 1)
Gather round, ye tavern folk,
And hear a tale most grand,
Of knights so bold and belly-blessed,
The chunkiest in the land!
They march in shining armor proud,
Their banners bright and mad,
For none can match the mighty crew,
The heroes known as RAD!
HEY!
(Chorus)
Raise thy mugs, ye hearty souls,
To Chonk, the round and stout!
He waddles forth to save the day,
He may be slow, but hear him shout!
"For RAD!" he roars, "and snacks as well!"
A belly strong, a spirit glad,
Oh praise the beefy battlefield brute,
Sir Chonk of noble RAD!
HEY!
(Verse 2)
They raid the trade caravans bold,
To steal a feast so grand,
Yet guard their own with shield and laugh,
The bravest in the land!
In guild-war fights they clash with pride,
Their enemies turn sad,
For none withstand a chonky swing,
From warriors born of RAD!
HEY!
(Pre-Chorus)
And by his side stands Derek dear,
A mentor kind, confused,
He points the sword the wrong way round,
And half the maps they lose.
He whispers, "Wait, was that our base?"
Chonk nods, "Aye! So it had!"
No blame, no shame — just cheers and laughs,
Among the guild of RAD!
HEY!
(Chorus)
Raise thy mugs, ye hearty souls,
To Chonk, the round and stout!
He rolls through foes, then naps a bit,
And snores the battle out.
Yet love him well, for when he wakes,
He charges like a lad!
Oh praise the beefy battlefield brute,
Sir Chonk of noble RAD!
HEY!
(Bridge — chant)
Chonk! Chonk! Strong as a boar!
Chonk! Chonk! Tank evermore!
Derek points at the wrong front door,
"Retreat! My map is poor!"
HEY! HEY! HEY!
(Outro Chorus)
Lift thy cups and hearts as well,
No braver friends we’ve had!
Through quests, through jokes, through mighty nights,
No guild more true and rad!
So sing for friends, for loyalty,
For every silly lad,
And toast the hero round and proud,
Sir Chonk of noble RAD!
HEY! HUZAAAH!
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