Songs for Brewfest (Scurrilous anonymous ballad)

[muckefuck]

The morning after the end of Brewfest, one hears street urchins (who may or may not be the ones a strange gnomish man was seen giving silver to the night before) singing:

Oh, Willem and Wazla dwelt in the trees
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
And eked out a living from robbery
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
They must've thought
They'd ne'er be caught
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
Petty hoods don't live in reality!

They committed their crimes with audacity
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
Ambushing trav'lers and levying a fee
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
To haul their loads
Upon the roads
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
They had presum'd both safe and free!

Of these bands, one called the cavalry
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
Who arriv'd dress'd in the Duke's livery
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
On gryphonback
Led the attack
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
And shewed those thieves no mysericordy!

Willem and Wazla fled bitterly
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
To Chendl to continue knavery
A fiddle-diddle dum-dum fiddle-diddle-dee
Kidnapping cats
And training brats
A fiddle-diddle dum fiddle-dum fiddle-dee
To follow their path of knavery!