THE CHOSEN ONE
                            By Lucillus
                  Dedicated to Arundor, the first
     and, of course, that doddering old Tuchuk, Magor the Pale
                   (Sung to the tune of "Puff, the Magic Dragon")


                                     CHORUS

                             Hail to Magor's Chosen!
                               I hope it isn't me.
                         There he goes with wicked grin,
                             Who will his victim be?
                             Although he has a lady,
                            At times it's not enough.
                        He likes to spend his manly seed
                           In manner rough and tough.


Girls are not his target,
Boys are what he seeks.
He likes them young and sturdy
As he pries between their cheeks.
When his need arises
He won't be denied,
No pleas for mercy will he hear,
There's no place you can hide!

       (CHORUS)

First there came Arundor
Fleet of foot was he,
We chased him through the woods all night
And tied him to a tree.
Then forever after
He'd watch old Magor fight,
Was he just reliving
His fond memories of that night?

       (CHORUS)


Next there was Valharic,
Such a pretty boy.
With all those dimples and cute curls
For Magor to enjoy.      
Alas, he was not worthy,
He cringed and cried and moaned,
Ran screaming to his parents                  
When he thought he might get boned.

                                                 (CHORUS)

 Who will next be chosen?
 One thing is for sure,
 Another boy will be abused    
 As long as he endures.
 Young boys must be careful
 When Magor is around,
 He's always looking for a fresh
 Young victim he can pound!

                                                 (CHORUS)