One Foot, Two Feet, Well Met, We'll Meet
One foot, two feet Well met! We'll meet Two drakes, one mink One draught, two drinks. One bear, three beers Come join! Drink here. Well met! We'll meet. Yondalla and Garl Shared twixt them a farl All covered in butter And they liked each other. Along came a fly Who flew in with a cry to the buttery farl of Yondalla and Garl. When Garl took a bite, Yondalla shrieked with fright! 'Don't eat that, oh my! That's a butterfly!' There was an old man named Elmûn. Who made the best buns in Faerûn. The Elders did scold him whenever he sold them, saying, 'Elm, bring those buns to OUR room!'