5th Grade Alchemy

When I Was A Young Gnome
A Pair Of Cut Purses Cornered Me Behind The Inn

Oh, I'm Only A 5th Grader
Oh God, Horus Get Back

With Charisma Low, I Reached Into My Bag Of Holding
It Was Time, It Was My Turn

A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A

Thought I Was Not Large, Even For A Gnome
I Was Confident I Could Ward Off The Attacker

Oh, He's Only A Dog
Oh God, Let Go Of Him

With My Dog Hours In The Clutches Of Murderous Friends
I Had To Act Quickly So I Began

A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A, And A

A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A

A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick (repeat)