Letras
I pull the drawstring tight and closed
The smell of magic in my nose
I have the rope of fifty feet
A ration made of salted meat
A ten-foot pole to check for traps
A pile of torn and muddy maps
The druid found a shiny rock
I put it in beside the lock
We have a potion green and thick
That makes the Paladin feel sick
A goblin skull we kept for fun
The battle axe that weighs a ton
A wooden door we stole away
To use a shield another day
I stash the loot and keep the score
There's always space to carry more
They call it junk and useless trash
But it is our adventurer's stash!
Inside the Bag of Holding deep
Where all the secrets go to sleep
A universe of odds and ends
The memories of foolish friends
We carry gear that isn't ours
Through dungeons and the magic towers
I'll never throw a thing away
Because we might need it one day!
I found a wheel of moldy cheese
A feather from the owlbear breeze
The Wizard's book he left behind
A contract that we shouldn't sign
A chandelier of crystal glass
We took it from the mountain pass
It takes up half the dining room
But disappears into the gloom
A silver ring that's cursed and black
I throw it in the heavy sack
The Rogue has lost his dagger sheath
I think it's somewhere underneath
I keep the magic at my side
Where all the laws of physics hide
I organize the chaos here
To keep the party free of fear
They call it junk and useless trash
But it is our adventurer's stash!
Inside the Bag of Holding deep
Where all the secrets go to sleep
A universe of odds and ends
The memories of foolish friends
We carry gear that isn't ours
Through dungeons and the magic towers
I'll never throw a thing away
Because we might need it one day!
They call it junk and useless trash
But it is our adventurer's stash!
Inside the Bag of Holding deep
Where all the secrets go to sleep
A universe of odds and ends
The memories of foolish friends
We carry gear that isn't ours
Through dungeons and the magic towers
I'll never throw a thing away
Because we might need it one day!