The Ballad of Ernie the Red
by Tamir Buchshtav
by Tamir Buchshtav
This one is dedicated to all those millions RPG players out there, who for some reason can't figure out how to spell Rogue
I remember when I was a spirit,
Without incarnation or form,
Standing before the creator,
Seconds before I was born.
I handed the form with the questions,
Of what I would do with my life,
Never aware of the problem,
That’ll fill my existence with strife.
Chorus:
Ernie’s my name, and my hair is like flame,
Though my skin is an Indian red,
My eyes are the color of embers,
Of a fire that’s soon to be dead.
I wanted to be but a scoundrel,
To steal and to cheat and to booze,
One simple mistake in an answer,
And now I am Ernie the rouge. המשך…