It must have started where it always did, the Place of Choice

And Treguard surely introduced it after Pickle's voice

They must have stumbled slightly stepping on or off the disc

But being very early on in Level 1, no doubt there was no risk

They would have made the door and answered questions "False" or "True"

The calling never changed, and somehow Dooris always let them through

They would have made a pact and picked the eyeshield up

The usual prop, the usual act

And for so many watchers, oh the tedium is sheer

The year before Lord Fear

They would have had the Forest Often next: "of Dunn" I mean

While watchers sat at home and wondered why it wasn't green

They would have met Fatilla on the way to Level 2

And he would have called them dunger-thingies, but - guess what - they all got through

So down the well they go, to meet Gundrada and dodge blocks

A matter of routine, with Dunkley, Ariadne - oh, and stocks

The ferryboat again

Undoubtedly they would have paid in precious metal then

Oh yes, I know the quest had sameness coming out its ears

The year before Lord Fear

They would have used a calling name in Level 3, no higher

And then received a spell or two like TINY, BUT or FIRE

There would have been a floating face who wanted them to pledge

There's not, I think, a single seat on which a watcher's sitting on the edge

They would have had to get beyond the Corridor of Blades

Another door that weeps, oh how I'd like to see its life force fade

And then dismissed and out

What happened to their clipboards? I suppose there's loads about

It's funny how much was the same for every dungeoneer

The year before Lord Fear

And turning on the path

They would have walked away from Pickle, Treguard and the hearth

They tried a Christmas ending once but it did not endear

The year before Lord Fear